To tidings long by prophets borne
Hast thou fulfillment given
O sacred and immortal day
When unto earth in glorious ray
Descends the grace of heaven
Young and old, their voices blending
Praise are sending unto heaven
For the Savior to us given
He comes for our redemption sent
And by His glory heav'n is rent
To close upon us never
Our blessed Shepherd He would be
Whom we may follow faithfully
To live with Him forever
Unto realms of glory winging
Praises, singing to the Father and the
Son and Spirit ever
