The Sav­ior comes; O hap­pi­est sound
That ev­er reached our ears!
Diffusing peace to all around,
And qui­et­ing their fears.

He comes to exe­cute the plan
Contrived by so­ver­eign love,
And raise the fall­en race of man
To last­ing joys above.

He comes to bind the brok­en heart,
And make the wound­ed whole,
And sol­id comfort to im­part
To ev­ery con­trite soul.

He comes to bear our wants and pains,
To suf­fer and to bleed;
That we from Sa­tan’s gall­ing chains
For ev­er might be freed.

Come, gra­cious Lord, Thy work ful­fill,
Thy great sal­va­tion bring;
And reign on Zion’s ho­ly hill
The world’s tri­um­phant king.