We hail the approaching God, who quickly comes form heaven, and celebrate the festive songs such love so freely given. Within a virgin's womb he hides his liberty; the immortal Lord becomes a slave to set his people free. O run to greet your king who stands on Zion's hill: to all who hear his word of peace, his arms are stretch out still. Soon, shining in the cloud, the Lord will come again and take his Body to the skies to live and love and reign. Then night and death shall yield, and sin be done away; then Adam shall be made anew on that tremendous day. To Father, Spirit, Son, the God whom we adore, be highest praise and honor now, and glory evermore!