Classic Poem

He has come! the Christ of God; —
Left for us his glad abode;
Stooping from his throne of bliss,
To this darksome wilderness.

He has come! the Prince of Peace; —
Come to bid our sorrows cease;
Come to scatter, with his light,
All the shadows of our night.

He the mighty King has come!
Making this poor earth his home
Come to bear sin's sad load; —
Son of David, Son of God.

He has come, whose name of grace
Speaks deliverance to our race;
Left for us his glad abode;
Son of Mary, Son of God!

Unto us a child is born!
Ne'er has earth beheld a morn
Among all the morns of time,
Half so glorious in its prime.

Unto us a Son is given!
He has come from God's own heaven;
Bringing with him from above,
Holy peace and holy love.