Incarnate Word, Immanuel!
Thou comest, Saviour, to Thine own:
Thy cross is now Thy glorious throne!
The Earth her richest gains shall bring,
To crown Thee Conqueror and King;
And the abundance of the sea
Shall be converted unto Thee.
Kings at Thy feet their scepters lay;
The Ages own Thy widening sway;
Thy rule shall over all extend,