Third Sunday in Advent

The Good old Times! how glorious!
When will they come again.
When Christ from Heav'n descended
And walk'd the earth with men?
When human care and sickness
Lay lamb-like hy His side,
When sorrow fled before Him,
And death before Him died.
The blind their sight received.
The lame arose and walk'd.
The lepers they were cleansed.

The dumb with Jesus talk'd;
The dead hy Him were rais'd
And, of all signs most sure.
The everlasting Gospel
Was preach'd to the poor!
blessed, blessed Saviour!
When will Thine Advent he?
When shall the world expectant
Rise up and welcome Thee?
When shall the glorious wonders.
Which hail'd Thy primal birth.

Return in greater glory
With Thy return to earth?
The sleepers shall awaken,
Thy voice the dead shall raise.
The blind shall see Thy beauty,
The dumb sing forth Thy praise.
All sickness shall be healed
With everlasting cure.
And the Eternal Gospel
Believed by rich and poor.