Hark! A Glad, Exulting Throng

Hark! a glad ex­ult­ing throng;

Hark! the loud ho­san­nas ring;

Glad ho­san­nas loud and long

Greet Mes­si­ah tri­umph­ing.

He of whom the pro­phets won

Mystic vi­sions faint and dim

Comes

th’All-Fa­ther’s on­ly Son

And re­demp­tion comes with Him.

Bore the Word sin’s curse and shame

Leaving Heav’n for sin’s do­main;

Wore the Word our flesh­ly frame

By His death

death’s king was slain.

Once of earthly mo­ther born

Ever of the Fa­ther

He;

Twain the na­tures He has worn

One His per­fect de­ity.

Lo! the God­head come to earth

Perfect man

as all might see

That re­born in God’s new birth

Might the fall­en man­hood be.

Praise we Him with joy­ful voice

Our new birth His tri­umph sealed;

In the day let all re­joice

Which of old His birth re­vealed.

Him with ho­li­est wor­ship praise

In His so­lemn Ad­vent-tide;

Holiest rites for ho­li­est days

By the God­head glo­ri­fied.

So

when earth His ter­rors shake

He shall come our faith to bless;

Saved

for that first Ad­vent’s sake

By His glo­ri­ous low­li­ness.