The Lord Is Come! (Stanley)

The Lord is come! On Syr­ian soil

The child of po­ver­ty and toil;

The Man of Sor­rows

born to know

Each va­ry­ing shade of hu­man woe:

His joy

His glo­ry

to ful­fill

In earth and Heav’n

His Fa­ther’s will;

On lone­ly mount

by fest­ive board

On bit­ter cross

des­pised

ad­ored.

The Lord is come! In Him we trace

The full­ness of God’s truth and grace;

Throughout those words and acts di­vine

Gleams of th’eter­nal splen­dor shine;

And from His in­most Spir­it flow

As from a height of sun­lit snow

The riv­ers of pe­ren­ni­al life

To heal and sweet­en na­ture’s strife.

The Lord is come! In ev­ery heart

Where truth and mer­cy claim apart;

In ev­ery land where right is might

And deeds of dark­ness shun the light;

In ev­ery church where faith and love

Lift earth­ward thoughts to things above;

In ev­ery ho­ly

hap­py home

We bless Thee

Lord

that Thou hast come.