Come now where we least expect you,
Christ our hope and longing, come.
Show us where we still reject you
in the world you made your home.
Christ is found
far beyond our sacred ground.
Come where we have tried to own you
locked within the distant past,
where your church has scarcely known you,
where the least remain the last.
where you will,
come to challenge and fulfil.
Christ-child, come in loving kindness;
come, great Judge whom angels praise!
heal us of our pride and blindness,
purge our hearts and change our ways.
God's own Word,
come to us, O Christ our Lord!
Music: Auckland, Michael
Meter: 87 87 337
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