The modern version of this Charles Wesley hymn is titled Come, Thou Long Expected Jesus, but I like the old version better. When I consider that God the Son condescended to become man, to live here on earth among His own creation, my mind feels like it’s being stretched too far. I can’t comprehend this type of love. We went to a Christmas town yesterday, a cold front moved in and it was way colder then expected. Wind chills at -11. I hate being uncomfortable, even for the few minutes we stood outside to watch the parade. Christ left the glories of heaven, He entered His creation, He lived a perfect life, He died an excruciatingly painful death having our sins poured out on Him by the Father. All of this willingly, all of this for wretches like me. What love is this, that while I was yet a sinner Christ died for me? This is why we celebrate the incarnation, the greatest gift ever given.
Hail, thou long expected Jesus,
Born to set thy people free!
From our sins and fears release us.
Let us find our rest in thee.
Israel’s strength and consolation,
Hope of all the saints, thou art
Long desir’d of every nation,
Joy of every waiting heart.
Born thy people to deliver.
Born a child, yet God our King,
Born to reign in us for ever.
Now thy gracious kingdom bring.