1 When Jesus came to earth of old,
He came in weakness and woe;
He wore no form of angel mold,
But took our nature poor and low.

2 But when He cometh back once more,
There shall be set the great white throne,
And earth and Heav’n shall flee before
The face of Him that sits thereon.

3 O Son of God, in glory crowned,
The Judge ordained of quick and dead;
O Son of Man, so pitying found,
For all the tears Thy people shed,

4 Be with us in this darkened place,
This weary, restless dangerous night;
And teach, O teach us by Thy grace,
To struggle onward into light.

5 And since, in God’s recording book,
Our sins are written, every one,
The crime, the wrath, the wandering look,
The good we knew, and left undone.

6 Lord, ere the last dread trump be heard,
And ere before Thy face we stand,
Look Thou on each accusing word,
And blot it with Thy bleeding hand.

7 And by the love that brought Thee here,
And by the cross, and by the grave,
Give perfect love for conscious fear,
And in the day of judgment save.

8 And lead us on while here we stray,
And make us love our heav’nly home,
Till from our hearts we love to say,
"Even so, Lord Jesus, quickly come."