by Guest » Sat Nov 15, 2014 8:21 pm
At the first coming of the Lord
He came to Bethlehem.
So softly spoken was the Word
In this dark world of men.
That only Mary heard, and kept
The secret in her breast,
When down from heav'n's high
throne he leapt,
And in her arms found rest.
At the next coming of the Lord
He came in bread and wine.
His flesh he gave, his blood outpoured,
True manna and true vine.
And still his promise holds-to come
Till sacraments shall cease,
In humble hearts to find a home,
And they in him their peace
At the last coming of the Lord
In fire and cloud he'll ride:
Out of his mouth a two-edged sword
To pierce and to divide
The hearts and souls of men, for whom
He died and rose again.
Then come, Lord Jesus, quickly come,
And speak the last Amen.
At the first coming of the Lord
He came to Bethlehem.
So softly spoken was the Word
In this dark world of men.
That only Mary heard, and kept
The secret in her breast,
When down from heav'n's high
throne he leapt,
And in her arms found rest.
At the next coming of the Lord
He came in bread and wine.
His flesh he gave, his blood outpoured,
True manna and true vine.
And still his promise holds-to come
Till sacraments shall cease,
In humble hearts to find a home,
And they in him their peace
At the last coming of the Lord
In fire and cloud he'll ride:
Out of his mouth a two-edged sword
To pierce and to divide
The hearts and souls of men, for whom
He died and rose again.
Then come, Lord Jesus, quickly come,
And speak the last Amen.