1 Christ is come, is come to earth!
Low the manger, mean His birth;
Son of David, royal seed,
None of David’s children heed:
Only shepherds wondering gaze,
Only strangers seek His face.
2 Yet He comes of Heaven adored,
Hosts of angels chant Him Lord!
Heaven’s high arches swell the strain,
Jesus comes on earth to reign:
Wake ye, mortals, wake and see
Love’s divinest mystery!
3 Lo! above, the wondrous star,
Guiding earnest feet afar,
Shining clear, with cold, pale beams,
O’er the humble stable gleams;
Only wise men see its light
Struggling through the murky night.
4 Gay and worldly see no sign
In the infant face divine;
Child of way-bound traveler there,
Why should gay and courtly care?
Yet the wise men bend the knee,
In the babe Messiah see.
5 Haughty soul and lofty brow
May not at the manger bow;
Insentient pleasure may not wait
Upon the Stranger’s mean estate;
Yet to waiting souls the morn
Joyful hails the Savior born.
6 So He cometh, ever comes,
To our hearts and to our homes,
Unobserved of pomp and pride,
To the contrite sinner’s side;
Smiles on those who eager seek,
Makes His advent to the meek.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9707
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|The Cyber Hymnal #9707||Christ Is Come||Christ is come, come to earth!||BETTER LAND||Francis Bottome||77.77.77||<cite>Songs from the Parsonage</cite> (Cambridge, MA: University Press, 1894)|