1 All hail to thee, O blessed morn,
To tidings long by prophets borne
Hast thou fulfillment given;
O sacred and immortal day,
When unto earth, in glorious ray,
Descends the grace of heaven!
Young and old their voices blending,
Praise are sending
Unto heaven
For the Saviour to us given.

2 Like other men, he tears will shed,
Our sorrows share, and be our aid,
Through his eternal power,
The love of God on us bestow,
And mingle in our cup of woe
The drops of mercy’s shower;
Dearly buying through his passion
Our salvation,
And to mortals
Opening the heavenly portals.

3 He comes, for our redemption sent,
And by his glory heaven is rent
To close upon us never;
Our blessèd Shepherd he would be,
Whom we may follow faithfully
To live with him forever,
Unto realms of glory winging,
Praises singing
To the Father
And the Son, and Spirit, ever.