Christ In His Word Draws Near

Christ in His Word draws near;

Hush, moaning voice of fear,

He bids thee cease;

With songs sincere and sweet

Let us arise, and meet

Him Who comes forth to greet

Our souls with peace.

Rising above thy care,

Meet Him as in the air,

O weary heart;

Put on joy's sacred dress;

Lo, as He comes to bless,

Quite from thy weariness

Set free thou art.

For works of love and praise

He brings thee summer days,

Warm days and bright;

Winter is past and gone,

Now He, salvation's Sun,

Shineth on every one

With mercy's light.

From the bright sky above,

Clad in His robes of love,

'Tis He, our Lord!

Dim earth itself grows clear

As His light draweth near;

O let us hush and hear

His holy Word.