1 Hark, a joyful voice is thrilling,
And each dim and winding way
Of the ancient temple filling;
Dreams, depart! for it is day.

2 Christ is coming—from thy bed
Earth-bound soul, awake and spring—
With the sun new-risen to shed
Health on human suffering.

3 Lo! to grant a pardon free,
Comes a willing Lamb from Heav’n;
Sad and tearful, hasten we,
One and all, to be forgiv’n.

4 Once again He comes in light
Girding earth with fear and woe;
Lord! be Thou our loving might,
From our guilt and ghastly foe.

5 To the Father, and the Son,
And the Spirit, who in Heav’n
Ever witness, Three and One,
Praise on earth be ever giv’n.