Our God Approaches From The Skies
For Advent: At Midnight
Source: Isaac Williams, Hymns Translated from the Parisian Breviary (London: J.G.F. & J. Rivington, 1839), pp. 43-44.
Watch ye, and pray always, that ye may be accounted worthy to stand before the Son of ManóLuke xxi.
Our God approaches from the skies;
Let us for Him prepare,
With dread prelusive symphonies,
And deep heart-glowing prayer.
Nor doth the everlasting Son
Abhor the Virgin's womb:
That we from bondage may be won,
He bears a servant's doom.
Gentle and meek He comes; arise,
Sion, behold thy King,
And haste to meet Him, nor despise
The peace He deigns to bring.
He shall return the Judge e'en now
On clouds with light'ning riven,
And His own body left below
In triumph bear to Heaven.
Let crimes, the brood of night, depart
From the approaching morn;
And the old Adam of the heart
Before the newly-born.
All praise, while endless ages run,
To Father ever blest,
To Spirit, and eternal Son,
In flesh made manifest.