1 Hail! ever hail! auspicious morn,
The brightest since our fall:
Mortals, exult! the Savior’s born,
O crown him Lord of all!
2 Down from celestial climes of day
He hastes to tread our ball,
Glory illumines all the way,
O crown Him Lord of all!
3 Hark! loud hosannahs from the song
The melting airs enthrall,
A Savior angels waft along,
And shout Him Lord of all.
4 Wrapped in their folded vests of light
They seek the sordid stall,
Gaze with emotions of delight,
And own Him Lord of all.
5 Shepherds, to you a herald flies,
Obey the early call;
Immanuel in a manger lies,
Go crown Him Lord of all.
6 He comes, He comes, our world to bless,
To ransom every soul
From shades of endless wretchedness:
O crown Him Lord of all!
7 The scepter, robe and throne prepare,
Attend, ye great and small,
With acclamations rend the air,
And crown Him Lord of all.