When
came
in
flesh
the
incarnate
Word,
The
heedless
world
slept
on,
And
only
simple
shepherds
heard
That
God
had
sent
His
Son.
When
comes
the
Savior
at
the
last,
From
east
to
west
shall
shine
The
awful
pomp,
and
earth
aghast
Shall
tremble
at
the
sign.
Then
shall
the
pure
of
heart
be
blest;
As
mild
He
comes
to
them,
As
when
upon
the
virgin�s
breast
He
lay
at
Bethlehem.
As
mild
to
meek
eyed
love
and
faith,
Only
more
strong
to
save;
Strengthened
by
having
bowed
to
death,
By
having
burst
the
grave.
Lord,
who
could
dare
see
Thee
descend
In
state,
unless
he
knew
Thou
art
the
sorrowing
sinner�s
Friend,
The
gracious
and
the
true?
Dwell
in
our
hearts,
O
Savior
blest;
So
shall
Thine
advent�s
dawn
�Twixt
us
and
Thee,
our
bosom
Guest,
Be
but
the
veil
withdrawn.