He’s coming, my God, he’s coming, my king.
He’s coming, my God, he’s coming, my king.
He’s coming, he’s coming, my Saviour,
he’s coming, he’s coming, my King.
He’s a poor worker, born in Bethlehem,
his mother Mary, his father Joseph.
He’s coming, he’s coming, my Saviour,
he’s coming, he’s coming, my King.
He’s coming, my God…
He has eyes speaking of love,
speaking of the Father, speaking of God.
He’s coming, he’s coming, my Saviour,
he’s coming, he’s coming, my King.
He’s coming, my God…
He died on the cross, full of pain,
he died for men, full of love.
He’s coming, he’s coming, my Saviour,
he’s coming, he’s coming, my King.
He’s coming, my God…
My God has entered into death,
yet he’s coming, he’s rising, he’s coming, the Lord.
Let us shout, let us sing: "He rose from death,"
my God has conquered, has conquered through love.

Shepherds, let us go! Let us go to Bethlehem!
Today a child is born, his name ‘Emmanuel!’
His name ‘Emmanuel,’ his name ‘Emmanuel:’
Shepherds, let us go! Let us go to Bethlehem!
The poor are singing, the children are laughing!
The poor are singing, the children are laughing!
Rejoice, rejoice, rejoice, rejoice,
rejoice, rejoice, today the Saviour is born!
Shepherds, let us go…
His mother is Mary, his father is Joseph.
His mother is Mary, his father is Joseph.
Rejoice…

The Virgin Mary was betrothed to Joseph
when, before they came to live together,
she was found to be with child
through the Holy Spirit.
And Joseph, who was just,
did not want to repudiate her.
He decided to send her away in secret.
How bitter are the waters, Mary!
She-lamb of God, humble lamb,
you, who don’t resist evil,
Mother of Jesus and our Mother,
pray for us, pray for us!
And Mary gave birth to her son,
swaddled him and put him in a manger
because there was no room for them at the inn.
How bitter are the waters, Mary!
She-lamb of God…
Then Joseph woke up,
took with him the child and his mother,
and in the night fled to Egypt
because Herod was looking for the child
to kill him.
How bitter are the waters, Mary!
She-lamb of God…
A cry is heard in Ramah: "ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay"
– a cry and a great lamentation:
it is Rachel weeping for her children
and refusing to be consoled
because they are no more.
How bitter are the waters, Mary!
She-lamb of God…
And the angel of the Lord said to Joseph in Egypt:
"Get up and take with you the child and his mother
and go back to the land of Israel;
because from Egypt I have called my son."
She-lamb of God…

You have covered death with shame,
you have thrown hell into mourning,
you have struck iniquity,
you have deprived injustice of her children,
as Moses did to Pharaoh,
as Moses did to Pharaoh.
You have brought us from slavery to freedom,
from darkness to light, from death to life.
You are the passover of our salvation,
you are the lamb born of Mary.
Mary, she-lamb without blemish,
Mary, the innocent she-lamb.
You have been slain in Abel,
you have been bound in Isaac,
sold in Joseph,
abandoned on the waters in Moses,
persecuted in David,
mocked and despised in all the prophets.
You are the lamb who does not open his mouth,
you are the lamb born of Mary.
Mary, she-lamb without blemish…
You were taken from the flock,
led to sacrifice,
slaughtered in the evening,
buried in the night,
your blessed body did not experience corruption.
You rose from death,
and made mankind rise
from the depths of the tomb.
You are the lamb who does not open his mouth,
you are the lamb born of Mary.
Mary, she-lamb without blemish…