This hymn I came across while reading online hymnals. This hymn was written by Joseph Anstice who was born in 1808 in Shropshire, UK. At the ago of 22, he became Professor of Classical Literature at King’s College University, London and he died aged 28. His hymns were printed a few months after his death. I don’t have a musical rendition of this one, but maybe you do? I’d love to hear!

When came in flesh the Incarnate Word,
The heedless world slept on,
And only simple shepherds heard
That God had sent his Son.

When comes the Saviour at the last,
From east to west shall shine
The judgement light, and earth aghast
Shall tremble at the sign.

Then shall the pure of heart be blest,
As mild he comes to them,
As when upon the Virgin’s breast
He lay at Bethlehem:

As mild to meek-eyed love and faith,
Only more strong to save;
Strengthened by having bowed to death,
By having burst the grave.

Lord, who could dare see thee descend
In state, unless he knew
Thou art the sorrowing sinner’s friend,
The gracious and the true?

Dwell in our hearts, O Saviour blest;
So shall thine advent’s dawn
’tween us and thee, our bosom-guest,
Be but the veil withdrawn.