Ye Sons of Men, Oh, Hearken

Ye sons of men

oh

heark­en:

Your heart and mind pre­pare;

To hail th’al­migh­ty Sav­ior

Oh sin­ners

be your care.

He who of grace alone

Our life and light was giv­en

The pro­mised Lord from Heav­en

Unto our world is shown.

Prepare the way be­fore Him;

Prepare for Him the best.

Cast out what­e’er of­fend­eth

This great

this heav’n­ly Guest.

Make straight

make plain

the way:

The low­ly val­leys rais­ing

The heights of pride abas­ing

His path all ev­en lay.

The hum­ble heart and low­ly

God lift­eth up on high;

Beneath His feet in ang­uish

The haugh­ty soul shall lie.

The heart

sin­cere and right

That heeds God’s in­vi­ta­tion

And makes true pre­pa­ra­tion

It is the Lord’s de­light.

Prepare my heart

Lord Je­sus

Turn not from me aside

And grant that I re­ceive Thee

This bless­èd Ad­vent­ide.

From stall and man­ger low

Come Thou to dwell with­in me;

Loud prais­es will I sing Thee

And forth Thy glo­ry show.