Behold! be­hold, He com­eth,
Who doth sal­va­tion bring;
Lift up your heads re­joic­ing,
And wel­come Zi­on’s king;
With hymns of joy we praise the Lord,
Hosanna to th’In­car­nate Word!

Hosanna to the Sav­ior,
Who came on Christ­mas morn,
And, of a low­ly vir­gin,
Was in a sta­ble born;
Immanuel! Blest Je­sus! come!
Within Thy child­ren make Thy home.

Yea, come in love and meek­ness
Our Sav­ior now to be;
Come to be form­èd in us,
And make us like to Thee,
Before the day of wrath draw near,
When, as our judge, Thou shalt ap­pear.

Soon shalt Thou sit in glo­ry
Upon the great white throne,
And pu­nish all the wick­ed,
And re­comp­ense Thine own;
When ev­ery word and deed and thought
To right­eous judg­ment shall be brought.

Here, good and bad are ming­led;
But on that judg­ment day
The an­gels shall di­vide them,
And take the bad away;
Grant, Lord, that we be faith­ful found
When the last trum­pet call shall sound!