Based on Isaiah 61.
To the poor, the good news will be brought
To the brokenhearted, healing will be wrought
To the captive, freedom will be proclaimed
To the prisoner, release from their chains
On Christmas yet to come.
To the mourner, comfort will appear
To the grieving, beauty to replace tears
To the despairing, righteousness He will impute
To the devastated, restoration He will execute
On Christmas yet to come.
To the shamed, a rich inheritance will be received
To the disgraced, loving justice will be achieved
To Your people, a covenant faithfully kept
From the nations, praise the anointed One will accept
On Christmas yet to come.
There's a longing nothing can ever assuage
In the waiting battle we desperately wage
Unwavering in salvation arrayed
We beg You not to delay
Christmas yet to come.