Prepare the way, O Zion;
Ye awful deeps, rise high;
Sink low ye lofty mountains,
The Lord is drawing nigh.
The righteous King of glory
Foretold in sacred story;
O blest is he who came
In God the Father's name.

O Zion, He approacheth,
Thy Lord and King for aye!
Strew palms where He advanceth,
Spread garments in His way.
God's promise faileth never,
Hosanna sound forever!
O blest is he who came
In God the Father's name.

Fling wide thy portals, Zion
And hail thy glorious King;
His tidings of salvation
To ev'ry people bring,
Who, waiting yet in sadness,
Would sing His praise in gladness.
O blest is he who came
In God the Father's name.

The throne which He ascendeth
Is fixed in heav'n above:
His sanctified dominion
Is light alone and love.
His praise be ever sounding
For grace and peace abounding
O blest is he who came
In God the Father's name.