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FROM HEAVEN HE CAME

Power and majesty reigning on high,

Angels proclaiming His birth from the sky,

Humbly He came in a manger to lie,

Stripped of His glory, that no more we need die.

Word who spoke life and a world into place,

Vessel of purity, beauty and grace,

Creator of time, of the stars and of space,

Offered Himself, came to die in our place.

Slowly He grew, as a child of this earth,

Gained He in wisdom, in stature, in girth;

Man who knew sorrow, compassion and mirth,

Gave His life freely, to buy our new birth.

Carried His Cross, and our sins to that hill,

Carries our sickness and our burdens still,

Promised His Spirit, our spirits would fill,

Freely allowed that His body, we’d kill.

Still He is waiting till all to Him come,

His not a gospel, that’s only for some,

The work of redemption, on the Cross, was all done;

The battle o’er sin and death, by Jesus was won.

So come to Him gladly, accept His great gift,

Allow, from the mire, that your soul He will lift,

For those who have claimed Him, He’ll not cast adrift,

But like wheat from the chaff, will His people He sift.

Till one day in glory, we’ll see Him so clear,

The love that flows from Him will still any fear,

And we’ll hear what we’ve longed for, and striven to hear,

"Well done, faithful servant. Now come and draw near!"

And throughout all the heavens, His praise will ring true,

Proclaimed by the angels, the saints and us too,

For that is the thing that we’ll most want to do,

Is praise Him, adore Him, and thank Him anew.

© 22/12/01