I have read how the Lord,
When a babe in Beth­le­hem,
In a hum­ble man­ger cra­dle was lain;
What He bore for a world which
His love would not con­demn,
And I learned that He is com­ing back again.

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He is com­ing back again,
And o’er the uni­verse to reign;
He’s not com­ing back to die,
But will take us home on high,
Yes, our bless­èd Lord is com­ing back again.

I have read how He died
On the cross of Cal­va­ry,
Where He shed His pre­cious blood, and was slain;
He who preached to the poor, and
Who made the blind to see,
Told them He was sure­ly com­ing back again.

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Then I read how the Lord,
When the thorn crown pressed His brow,
Asked for­giv­eness for the ev­il in men;
How He told His dis­ci­ples
That He must leave them now,
But He pro­mised He was com­ing back again.

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