He has come! the Christ of God,
Left for us his glad abode,
Stooping from his throne of bliss,
To this darkened wilderness.
He has come! the Prince of Peace,
Come to bid our sorrows cease,
Come to scatter with his light,
All the shadows of the 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 deliv'rance to our race,
Left for us his glad abode,
Son of man, and Son of God
Unto us a child is born,
Ne'er has earth beheld a morn
All among 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.