Zion, at thy shining gates
Lo! the King of glo­ry waits;
Haste thy monarch’s pomp to greet,
Strew thy palms before His feet.

Christ, for Thee their triple light
Faith and Hope and Love unite;
This the beacon we display,
To pro­claim Thine advent day.

Come, and give us peace within;
Loose us from the bands of sin;
Take away the galling weight
Laid on us by Satan’s hate;

Give us grace Thy yoke to wear;
Give us strength Thy cross to bear;
Make us Thine in deed and word,
Thine in heart and life, O Lord.

Kill in us the carnal root,
That the Spi­rit may bear fruit;
Plant in us Thy lowly mind;
Keep us faithful, loving, kind.

So, when Thou shalt come again,
Judge of angels and of men,
We, with all Thy saints shall sing
Hallelujahs to our king.