Those infant lips are given from above
A spirit tone,
And he speaks out those words of hope and love
To prophets known.
He is a herald, as the morning star
Brings daylight in,
For he doth bring glad tidings from afar
To man and sin.
Now let the desolate earth lift up her head,
And at the word
Wait till the mountains kindle with the tread
Of Christ the Lord.
And earth was conscious of her God, he came
Meek and decried,
Bearing the weight of sorrow, sin, and shame,
And for us died.
Twice shall he come—e'en now the appointed hour
Is in its birth,
When he shall come in glory, and in power
To judge the earth.
Not as before, to win mankind and save,
But in his ire,
When earth shall be but as a mighty grave
In that red fire.
