The advent of our King Our prayers must now employ,
And we must hymns of welcome sing In strains of holy joy.
The everlasting Son Incarnate deigns to be,
Himself a servant's form puts on To set His servants free.
O Zion's daughter rise To meet your lowly King,
Nor let your faithless heart despise The peace he comes to bring.
As judge, on clouds of light, He soon will come again
And His true members all unite With Him in heav'n to reign.
Before the dawning day Let sin's dark deeds be gone,
The sinful self be put away, The new self now put on.
All glory to the Son, Who comes to set us free,
With Father, Spirit, ever one Through all eternity.