He comes; the Saviour full of grace,

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

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

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

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