Zion, at Thy Shining Gates

Zion

at thy shin­ing gates

Lo! the King of glo­ry waits;

Haste thy mon­arch’s pomp to greet

Strew thy palms be­fore His feet.

Christ

for Thee their tri­ple light

Faith and hope and love unite;

This the bea­con we dis­play

To pro­claim Thine ad­vent day.

Come

and give us peace with­in;

Loose us from the bands of sin;

Take away the gall­ing weight

Laid on us by Sa­tan’s hate;

Give us grace Thy yoke to wear;

Give us strength Thy cross to bear;

Make us Thine in deed and word

Thine in heart and life

O Lord.

Kill in us the car­nal root

That the Spir­it may bear fruit;

Plant in us Thy low­ly mind;

Keep us faith­ful

lov­ing

kind.

So

when Thou shalt come again

Judge of an­gels and of men

We

with all Thy saints shall sing

Hallelujahs to our king.