The advent of our king
Our pray'rs must now employ,
And we must hymns of welcome
Sing In strains of holy joy.

The everlasting Son
Incarnate deigns to be;
Himself a servant's form puts on
To set His servants free.

O Zion's Daughter, rise
To meet thy lowly King;
Nor let thy faithless heart despise
The peace He comes to bring

As Judge, on clouds of light,
He soon will come again.
And His true members all unite
With Him in heav'n to reign.

Before the dawning day,
Let sin's dark deeds be gone;
The old man all be put away,
The new man all put on.

All glory to the Son,
Who comes to set us free;
With Father, Spirit, ever one,
Through all eternity.