He Comes
And we shall see His face
As clear as if the rising sun
Poured out the light of grace
He comes, and we shall hear His voice
Not as some distant sound
But tones that make the heart rejoice
When love, long lost, is found
He comes, not to the wise and great
But to the bound and poor
So low Himself that potentates
Must kneel to pass His door
He comes, with favor in His hands
Our empty souls to fill
To make a highway through the sands
And bid the storms be still
He comes, and we shall come to Him
Set free from ancient chains
Adorned in mercy’s diadem
To glory in His reign
He comes, the Lord, as one of us
He comes to judge the earth
How wonderful, how glorious
His long awaited birth
~Songwriters: Paul Zach and Kate Bluett
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