1 The advent of our King
our prayers must now employ,
and we must hymns of welcome sing
in strains of holy joy.

2 The everlasting Son,
in flesh content to be,
himself a servant's form puts on
to set his servants free.

3 O Zion's daughter, rise
to meet your lowly King,
nor let a faithless heart despise
the peace he comes to bring.

4 As judge, on clouds of light,
he soon will come again
and his true members all unite
with him in heav'n to reign.

5 Before the dawning day
let sin's dark deeds be gone,
the old self all be put away,
the new self now put on.

6 All glory to the Son,
who comes to set us free,
with Father, Spirit, ever one,
through all eternity.