Had he not loved us he had never come; yet is he love and love is all his way: low to the mystery of the Virgin's womb Christ bows his glory-- born on Christmas Day. Had he not loved us he had never come; had he not come he need have never died, nor won the victory of the vacant tomb, the awful triumph of the Crucified. Had he not loved us he had never come; still we were lost in sorrow, sin and shame, the doors fast shut on our eternal home which now stand open-- for he loved and came.