Hail! Ever Hail! Auspicious Morn

Hail! ev­er hail! aus­pi­cious morn

The bright­est since our fall:

Mortals

ex­ult! the Sav­ior’s born

O crown him Lord of all!

Down from ce­les­ti­al climes of day

He hastes to tread our ball

Glory il­lum­ines all the way

O crown Him Lord of all!

Hark! loud ho­san­nahs from the song

The melt­ing airs en­thrall

A Sav­ior an­gels waft along

And shout Him Lord of all.

Wrapped in their fold­ed vests of light

They seek the sor­did stall

Gaze with emo­tions of de­light

And own Him Lord of all.

Shepherds

to you a her­ald flies

Obey the ear­ly call;

Immanuel in a man­ger lies

Go crown Him Lord of all.

He comes

He comes

our world to bless

To ran­som ev­ery soul

From shades of end­less wretch­ed­ness:

O crown Him Lord of all!

The scep­ter

robe and throne pre­pare

Attend

ye great and small

With ac­cla­ma­tions rend the air

And crown Him Lord of all.