Hark, a joy­ful voice is thrill­ing,
And each dim and wind­ing way
Of the an­cient tem­ple fill­ing;
Dreams, de­part! for it is day.

Christ is com­ing—from thy bed
Earth-bound soul, awake and spring—
With the sun new-ris­en to shed
Health on hu­man suf­fer­ing.

Lo! to grant a par­don free,
Comes a will­ing Lamb from Heav’n;
Sad and tear­ful, hast­en we,
One and all, to be for­giv’n.

Once again He comes in light
Girding earth with fear and woe;
Lord! be Thou our lov­ing might,
From our guilt and ghast­ly foe.

To the Fa­ther, and the Son,
And the Spi­rit, who in Heav’n
Ever wit­ness, Three and One,
Praise on earth be ev­er giv’n.