In garb of white and shining crown,
In heavenly majesty,
He's coming down. He's coming down,
The King of Calvary.

And she who to her Master clung,
In passion and in pain,
Now waits anear with coil unwrung,
To wipe his feet again.

And for His sake, who loved Him well,
On life's long troubled track,
Now bears again the pains of Hell,
On war's weird battle wrack.

He's coming down, He's coming down,
His hands and feet are free,
And He will give her for her own
A splendid dynasty.