Messiah! At Thy Glad Approach

Messiah! at Thy glad ap­proach

The howl­ing winds are still!

Thy prais­es fill the lone­ly waste

And breathe from ev­ery hill.

The hid­den fount­ains

at Thy call

Their sac­red stores un­lock;

Loud in the de­sert

sud­den streams

Burst liv­ing from the rock.

The in­cense of the spring as­cends

Upon the morn­ing gale;

Red o’er the hill the ros­es bloom

The li­lies in the vale.

Renewed

the earth a robe of light

A robe of beau­ty wears;

And in new heav’ns a brigh­ter sun

Leads on the pro­mised years.

The king­dom of Mes­si­ah come

Appointed times dis­close;

And fair­er in Em­ma­nu­el’s land

The new cre­ation glows.

Let Is­ra­el to the Prince of Peace

The loud ho­san­na sing;

With hal­le­lu­jahs

and with hymns

O Zi­on

hail thy king.