Lift Up the Advent Strain!

Lift up the Ad­vent strain!

Behold

the Lord is nigh!

Greet His ap­proach

ye saints

again

With hymns of ho­ly joy.

The ever­last­ing Son

Incarnate deigns to be;

Our God the form of slave puts on

A race of slaves to free.

Daughter of Si­on

rise

To meet thy low­ly king

Nor let the faith­less heart des­pise

The peace He comes to bring.

As judge in clouds of light

He soon shall come again

And all His scat­tered saints unite

With Him in Heav’n to reign.

Before that dread­ful day

May all our sins be gone;

The old man all be put away

The new man all put on.

Jesu

all praise to Thee

Our joy and end­less rest;

We pray Thee here our guide to be

Our crown amid the blest.