Come, Thou long expected Jesus
Born to set Thy people free;
From our fears and sins release us,
Let us find our rest in Thee.
Israel’s Strength and Consolation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art;
Dear Desire of every nation,
Joy of every longing heart.
Born Thy people to deliver,
Born a child and yet a King,
Born to reign in us forever,
Now Thy gracious kingdom bring.
By Thine own eternal Spirit
Rule in all our hearts alone;
By Thine all sufficient merit,
Raise us to Thy glorious throne.
As I said what was probably my final conflicted good-bye to Cadet yesterday,
As we say happy hello to Grandpa Saturday,
As we miss and have and love friends and family,
As we cherish Him in each other,
This song resonates.
Over all the mountains, all the valleys,
all the powers and despairs of the world, He is.
As always in a village without power,
it is quiet and inky black tonight,
the same moon that shone in 1745 when this was penned
shining brightly overheard,
nothing but the sound of crickets and the soft
breathing of my daughters.
Dear Desire of every nation,
Hope of all the earth Thou art.
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