All Hail, Incarnate God!

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.

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!

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.

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.