The Coming of Our God

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 putteth on, 
To make his people free.

Mother of Saints, arise
To greet thine infant-King,
And do not thanklessly despise
The pardon he doth 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 thee. Amen.


Words: Latin, Instantis adventum Dei by Charles Coffin, 1736. Translator: Robert Campbell (1814-1868) et al.