"We want a man"—is the cry of the world,
"A man who can put things right;
For everything's wrong, and we're all astray,
The outlook is dark as night."
Men have dreamed of peace, and a golden age,
To which they thought they were bound;
But hopes are blighted, disturbance is rife,
And war, not peace, they have found.
Ah! World, you've discovered at last what you need,
But where in distress will you turn?
You verily stand in need of a MAN,
Though the reason you cannot discern.
Go back in history two thousand years,
When you made that awful choice,
And rejected "The Man" who had come to save,
With one unanimous voice.
Two men were presented to you that day,
Barabbas, and Jesus, God's Son;
"Shall it be Barabbas, or Christ" was asked,
And you chose the lawless one.
Christ is "THE MAN," the coming Man,
To Whom each knee shall bow;
Earth's rightful King, the sovereign Lord,
Though scorned and hated now!
Man of the world, would you be blest?
Then let Christ be your trust;
You need Him! He alone can save!
And bow to Him you MUST.
Confess Him! lest His anger burn,
Escape His wrath none can;
Believe on Him, God's glorious Son,
The exalted coming MAN.