The Face of God

O God, we long to see the face
     Of Your Son in His crib,
The hope of all the human race
     Born from New Adam’s rib.

For through Your Son You re-create
     All people ever born,
And He is born of Spirit’s mate,
     Who never is forlorn.

For she is born to say her “yes”–
     In freedom from our sin–
To welcome Him as heaven’s guest;
     Our race is born again.

We find our guest is King disguised
     With His humility,
And in a manger He will lie–
     A King who’ll set us free.

He’ll take our sin into His death,
     On third day rise to life,
And You begin with Spirit’s breath
     New dawn with heaven’s light.

So as we to that stable go
     Where we will His face see,
We know that You to us will show
     A sight of who we’ll be.