'Tis he-the mighty Savior comes,
The victory now is won,
And lo, the throne of David waits
For David's royal Son.
Thou blessed heir of all the earth!
Ascend thine ancient throne,
And bid the willing nations now
Thy peaceful scepter own.
Shine forth in all thy glory, Lord,
That man at length may see
That joy, so long estranged from earth,
Can only spring from thee.
O happy day! 'tis come at last,
The reign of death is o'er;
And sin that marr'd our sweetest joys
Shall grieve our hearts no more.
Wash'd in thy blood, the tribes of earth,
With all the blest above,
Shall dwell in peace, united now,
One family of love.
Fruit of thy toil, thou bleeding Lamb!
These joys we owe to thee,
Then take the glory, Lord!—'tis thine!—
And shall forever be.