He came, the mighty Son of God!
He came, creation's only Lord!
The Holy One.
He came—men cried again, again,
We will not have this Man to reign,
Let Him be gone!
He came, such wondrous grace to prove.
He came in tenderness and love
Fully expressed.
He came, but found no place, no home,
Except a manger, and a tomb—
The cross, His rest.
He comes, the clouds shall part in twain,
And midst them He will come again
To gather home
The few who love Him here below,
That follow Him through weal and woe,
Lord Jesus, come!