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.