Part 1: The Jews wait for the Messiah
Captive in our own land and longing to see God’s hand
Through a fiery king or prophet strong
And angel band winging.
Wait to see the warrior’s brandished sword
And trumpets proclaiming freedom’s reward
And army hoard raging.
The promised redemption must come to our nation
Lest we swoon with anticipation
And misery prolongs.
How long? We wait and pray for the certain day
When our enemies will be far away
And peace descending.
Part 2: The Saviour comes
So what do you say about a peasant child in an animal pen?
Lying in weakness with poverty grinding
And ignorant men.
Or a Saviour who takes the form of our fleshly life
And enters our mortal world
Of pain and strife.
Surely this cannot be the one whom we so long sought
To ride in majesty with kingly air
Will our hope depend upon this tiny one within a manger?
With no strength at all—
Helpless little stranger.
Yet out of weakness comes power and love
Streaming forth in radiant splendour
And wisdom from above.
One who is meek, not weak, and of no reputation
To die upon a cross, while living
For every nation.
Part 3: Our response
Sweep away the vanity of warfare grim—
Of mighty warriors and steaming chargers—
And look on Him.
Tear down the crumbling tower of pleasure and self
And seek the One who is life indeed
And true wealth.
The cross becomes a place of peace
And God is satisfied with His Son
And grants us full release.
The longed-for victory blossoms from sacrifice
With freedom from sin assured
And the promise of eternal life.
Ring the bells! Sound the trumpet!
Proclaim the truth that Christ came
And will come again!