How with joy our hearts it cheereth!
Wake! the Lord’s great year behold!
That which holy men of old,
Those who throng the sacred pages,
Waited for through countless ages;
Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Now the wish’d for morning breaketh;
Hark! how Sion’s daughter waketh
Shouts of joy and jubilee,
Thus his advent-dawn to see: