He has come, the Christ of God: Left for us His glad abode; Stooping from His throne of bliss To this darksome wilderness. He has come, the Prince of Peace: Come to bid our sorrows cease; Come to scatter with His light All the shadows of our night. He, the mighty King, has come, Making this poor earth His home: Come to bear our sin???s sad load, Son of David, Son of God. He has come, Whose Name of grace Speaks deliverance to our race: Left for us His glad abode, Son of Mary, Son of God. Unto us a Child is born: Ne???er has earth beheld a morn Among all the morns of time, Half so glorious in its prime. Unto us a Son is given: He has come from God???s own Heaven, Bringing with Him from above Holy peace and holy love.