Angelic hosts proclaimed him, when he came, when he came, Our Lord and Saviour named him, when he came, As David's town lay dreaming That night of our redeeming, How few there were esteemed him, when he came, when he came, Poor peasant's child they deemed him, when he came. His love for us has pleaded, his alone, his alone; His sacrifice is needed, his alone. He whose forgiveness freed us Shall by his Spirit lead us Whose flocks are safely feeding, his alone, his alone, No other voices heeding, his alone. All you who need protection, come to him, come to him, Against the world's infection, come to him; You who no hope expected, Defeated and dejected: You who have life rejected, come to him, come to him, Himself the Resurrected, come to him. His seed in secret growing, everywhere, everywhere, Has now its winder sowing, everywhere. What love it take-how slowly!- To make one sinner holy: But Christ has for his showing, everywhere, everywhere, Harvests beyond our knowing, everywhere.