1
The advent of our King
Our prayers must now employ,
And we must hymns of welcome sing
In strains of holy joy.
2
The everlasting Son
Incarnate deigns to be,
Himself a servant’s form puts on
To set His servants free.
3
O Zion’s daughter, rise
To meet thy lowly King;
Nor let thy faithless heart despise
The peace He comes to bring
4
As judge on clouds of light
He soon will come again,
And His true members will unite
With Him in heaven to reign
5
All glory to the Son,
Who comes to set us free,
With Father, Spirit, ever one,
Through all eternity.