Now the wished for Morning breaketh;
Hark! how Sion’s daughter waketh
Shouts of joy and jubilee,
Thus His Advent-dawn to see:
King and Bridegroom she enthrones Him,
Though ’tis but a remnant owns Him;
Alleluia! Alleluia!
Patriarchs erst and priests aspiring,
Kings and prophets long desiring,
Saw not this before they died: