1 All hail, incarnate God!
The wond'rous things foretold
Of thee in sacred writ
With joy our eyes behold:
Still does thine arm new trophies wear,
And monuments of glory rear.

2 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.

3 O haste, victorious prince,
That happy glorious day,
When souls, like drops of dew,
Shall own thy gentle sway:
Oh may it bless our longing eyes,
And bear our shouts beyond the skies.

4 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 for ever sure.