Now bless­ing, hon­or, glo­ry, praise
By an­gel hosts are sung;
The saints be­low their voic­es raise,
And join the heav’n­ly throng.

Adored be He who comes to bless
The na­tions with His love;
To show His truth and right­eous­ness,
And ev­ery cloud remove.

Blessèd be He who comes to reign
In Zi­on’s hap­py land:
Jerusalem is built again,
And shall for­ev­er stand.

No more His king­dom shall de­cay,
No more the tem­ple fall;
Here Je­sus reigns with end­less sway,
The King and Lord of all.