1 All hail, incarnate God!
The wondrous 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 honors pays;
To Thee the blooming youth
Devotes his brightest days:
And every age their tribute bring,
And bow to Thee, all conquering 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.