When, in the gates of Zi­on,
Jesus ap­peared on earth,
Music, the tem­ple fill­ing,
Burst from the child­ren forth.
Oh, to have joined that sing­ing,
Oh, to have swelled the chord:
Blessèd is He that com­eth!
Blessèd is Christ, the Lord!

Still, in the gates of Zi­on,
Jesus ap­pears on earth,
Music and ado­ra­tion
Burst from the child­ren forth
Still may they join in sing­ing,
Still may they swell the chord—
Blessèd is He that com­eth!
Blessèd is Christ, the Lord!

Welcome the Sab­bath morn­ing!
Welcome the Gos­pel rays!
Welcome the Sav­ior’s pre­sence,
Welcome His feet with praise.
Join we the world’s sweet voic­es,
Singing the an­cient chord—
Blessèd is He that com­eth!
Blessèd is Christ, the Lord!