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“He shall come, saith the Lord of hosts.” Mal. 3. 1

T. Kelly                  C.M.

1
He comes; the Saviour full of grace,
By ancient prophets sung;
The smile of mercy on his face,
And truth upon his tongue.

2
In him the world no beauty sees,
No form nor comeliness;
Rejected and despised he is,
And plunged in deep distress.

3
But there’s a people taught by grace
To know his matchless worth;
They own him, though accounted base,
And show his praises forth.

4
They own him as the Lord of all,
Their Saviour and their God;
Before his feet they prostrate fall –
The purchase of his blood.