1 All hail, incarnate God!
The wond'rous things foretold
Of thee in sacred writ,
With joy our eyes behold:
Still does thine arm new trophies wear,
And monuments of glory rear.

2 To thee the hoary head
Its silver honours pays;
To thee the blooming youth
Devotes his brightest days:
And ev'ry age their tribute bring,
And bow to thee, all conqu'ring King!

3 O haste, victorious Prince,
That happy, glorious day,
When souls like drops of dew
Shall own thy gentle sway:
O may it bless our longing eyes,
And bear our shouts beyond the skies.

4 All hail, triumphant Lord!
Eternal be thy reign;
Behold the nations sue
To wear thy gentle chain:
When earth and time are known no more,
Thy throne shall stand forever sure.