Hail to the Lord’s an­oint­ed!
Great David’s great­er Son;
Hail in the time ap­point­ed,
His reign on earth be­gun!
He comes to break op­press­ion,
To set the cap­tive free;
To take away trans­gress­ion,
And rule in eq­ui­ty.

He comes, with suc­cor speedy
To those who suf­fer wrong;
To help the poor and needy,
And bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sigh­ing,
Their dark­ness turn to light,
Whose souls, con­demned and dy­ing,
Were pre­cious in His sight.

By such shall He be fear­èd
While sun and moon en­dure;
Beloved, ob­eyed, re­ver­èd;
For He shall judge the poor,
Through chang­ing ge­ne­ra­tions,
With jus­tice, mer­cy, truth;
While stars main­tain their sta­tions,
Or moons re­new their youth.

He shall come down, like show­ers
Upon the fruit­ful earth,
And love, joy, hope, like flow­ers,
Spring in His path to birth:
Before Him, on the mount­ains,
Shall peace, the her­ald, go,
And right­eous­ness in fount­ains,
From hill to val­ley flow.

Arabia’s de­sert rang­er
To Him shall bow the knee;
The Ethi­op­ian stran­ger
His glo­ry come to see;
With of­fer­ings of de­vo­tion,
Ships from the isles shall meet,
To pour the wealth of ocean
In tri­bute at His feet.

Kings shall fall down be­fore Him,
And gold and in­cense bring;
All na­tions shall ad­ore Him,
His praise all peo­ple sing;
For He shall have do­min­ion
O’er ri­ver, sea and shore,
Far as the ea­gle’s pin­ion
Or dove’s light wing can soar.

For Him shall pray­er un­ceas­ing
And dai­ly vows as­cend;
His king­dom still in­creas­ing,
A king­dom with­out end:
The mount­ain dews shall nour­ish
A seed in weak­ness sown,
Whose fruit shall spread and flour­ish
And shake like Le­ba­non.

O’er ev­ery foe vic­to­ri­ous,
He on His throne shall rest;
From age to age more glo­ri­ous,
All bless­ing and all blest.
The tide of time shall ne­ver
His co­ve­nant remove;
His name shall stand for­ev­er,
His name to us is—Love.