The coming of our God,
Our thoughts must now employ;
Then let us meet him on the road,
With songs of holy joy.

The co-eternal Son,
A Maiden's offspring see.
A servanť's form Christ did put
To set his people free.

Daughter of Sion, rise
To greet your infant King.
Nor let your stubborn heart despise
The pardon he does bring.

In glory from his throne
Again will Christ descend.
And summon all that are his own
To joys that never end.

Let deeds of darkness fly,
Before th'approaching morn;
For unto Sin 'tis ours to die,
And serve the Virgin-born.

Our joyful praises sing
To Christ that set us free;
Like tribute to the Father bring,
And, Holy Ghost, to you.