Messiah at Thy glad approach

Verse 1

Messiah! at Thy glad approach The howling winds are still; Thy praises fill the lonely waste, And breathe from every hill.

Verse 2

The incense of the spring ascends Upon the morning gale; Red o’er the hill the roses bloom, The lilies in the vale.

Verse 3

Renewed, the earth a robe of light, A robe of beauty wears; And in new heav’ns a brighter Sun Leads on the promised years.

Verse 4

Let Israel to the Prince of Peace The loud hosanna sing; With hallelujahs, and with hymns, O Zion, hail thy king.