Hark! a glad ex­ult­ing throng;
Hark! the loud ho­san­nas ring;
Glad ho­san­nas loud and long
Greet Mes­si­ah tri­umph­ing.

He of whom the pro­phets won
Mystic vi­sions faint and dim,
Comes, th’All-Fa­ther’s on­ly Son,
And re­demp­tion comes with Him.

Bore the Word sin’s curse and shame,
Leaving Heav’n for sin’s do­main;
Wore the Word our flesh­ly frame,
By His death, death’s king was slain.

Once of earthly mo­ther born
Ever of the Fa­ther, He;
Twain the na­tures He has worn,
One His per­fect de­ity.

Lo! the God­head come to earth,
Perfect man, as all might see,
That re­born in God’s new birth
Might the fall­en man­hood be.

Praise we Him with joy­ful voice,
Our new birth His tri­umph sealed;
In the day let all re­joice
Which of old His birth re­vealed.

Him with ho­li­est wor­ship praise
In His so­lemn Ad­vent-tide;
Holiest rites for ho­li­est days
By the God­head glo­ri­fied.

So, when earth His ter­rors shake,
He shall come our faith to bless;
Saved, for that first Ad­vent’s sake,
By His glo­ri­ous low­li­ness.