975    C.M.     T. Kelly
“He shall come, saith the Lord of hosts.” Mal. 3. 1

1 He comes; the Saviour full of grace,
  By ancient prophets sung;
  The smile of mercy on his face,
  And truth upon his tongue.

2 In him the world no beauty sees,
  No form nor comeliness;
  Rejected and despised he is,
  And plunged in deep distress.

3 But there’s a people taught by grace
  To know his matchless worth;
  They own him, though accounted base,
  And show his praises forth.

4 They own him as the Lord of all,
  Their Saviour and their God;
  Before his feet they prostrate fall –
  The purchase of his blood.