Behold He comes, the mighty King encrowned
With victory's trophies hither to your midst.
Before His face fly Death and Sin away,
While Peace and Health move at His either side.
Behold the Lord who of rebellious man
Suffered Himself the doom
And payed our ransom with His own heart's blood.
He made Himself the fellow of our grief,
He bore our burden and endured our shame.
Black over Him did fall the shadow of death.