He has come, the Christ of God:
Left for us His glad abode;
Stooping from His throne of bliss
To this dark­some wil­der­ness.

He has come, the Prince of Peace:
Come to bid our sor­rows cease;
Come to scat­ter with His light
All the sha­dows of our night.

He the migh­ty King has come!
Making this poor earth His home;
Come to bear our sin’s sad load,
Son of Da­vid, Son of God.

He has come, whose name of grace
Speaks de­liv­er­ance to our race:
Left for us His glad abode,
Son of Ma­ry, Son of God!

Unto us a child is born:
Ne’er has earth be­held a morn
Among all the morns of time,
Half so glo­ri­ous in its prime.

Unto us a son is giv­en:
He has come from God’s own Heav’n,
Bringing with Him from above,
Holy peace and ho­ly love.