Don Fortner


"Behold, I come," our Savior said,

The Savior promised long,

"I come to do Thy will, O God,"

And thus our Hope was born.

Behold, the virgin has conceived,

And born a Son of flesh;

His name is called Immanuel,

God dwells in human flesh!

The angels left their high abode

To see this mystery-

The great, almighty, sov'reign God,

A babe of feeble clay!

Mortals beheld His lovely face,

The Father's only Son:

How full of truth, how full of grace,

Christ came to save His own.


His spotless life of righteousness

And sin-atoning death

Fulfilled His Father's holy will,

And satisfied His wrath.

Our glad hosannas, Prince of Peace,

Your glories shall proclaim:

Enthroned in heaven as our King,

We love to praise Your name.


(Tune: It Came upon a Midnight Clear)

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