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.

In him there is no beauty,
in him there is no majesty,
no looks to attract our eyes,
he seemed no longer human.
Despised, rejected by all men,
a man of sorrows,
he who knows every kind of suffering.
Before him we turn away our face,
before him we turn away our face,
before him we turn away our face,
before him we turn away our face.
A broken man, considered as nothing,
despised, rejected by all men,
a man of sorrows,
he who knows every kind of suffering.
Before Him…
But it was he who took upon himself all our sins.
But it was he who took upon himself all our pains.
We had all gone astray, each on his own way.
Ill treated, yet he submitted,
he didn't say a word,
like a lamb brought to the slaughter.
Before Him…
Ill treated! Ill treated! Ill treated!

Like honey flowing from the comb
and milk from the breast of a woman
who loves her babies,
as a spring pours out its peaceful waters,
so my heart pours out its praise.
And from my lips springs forth praise for him
and my mouth is full of the sweetness of his name
and my limbs delight in his songs.
Because his light eases my pain,
because his simple and loving gaze
heals my heart,
because immortal life
has made its home within us.
Alleluia, alleluia, allelu, allelu, alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, allelu, allelu, alleluia!
Like honey flowing from the comb
and milk from the breast of a woman
who loves her babies,
as a spring pours out its peaceful waters,
so my heart pours out its praise.
And my face lights up with his joy
and my spirit rejoices in his love
and my heart, filled with his serene light,
feels the love of his gaze.
Because in him fear becomes trust.
Because in him fear becomes trust.
Because in him salvation is secure.
Because in him salvation is secure.
Because immortal life
has made its home within us.
Alleluia, alleluia, allelu, allelu, alleluia!
Alleluia, alleluia, allelu, allelu, alleluia!