“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.
