Of Him, the Sun of Righteousness, the True,
Whose dawn she celebrates.
Now the rapt prophets sing
Their anthems in each bowed and listening ear;
Now the bold Baptist’s clarion voice we hear
Down the glad centuries ring;
Till, fired with joy as they
Who spread their garments ’neath his precious feet,
With rapture we go forth our Lord to meet,
Our glad hosannas pay.