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 servant's form Christ did put on,
To make his people free.

Daughter of Zion, arise
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 the approaching morn,
For onto sin 'tis ours to die,
And serve the Virgin-horn.

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