“Zion hears the watchmen singing, / And all her heart with joy is springing; / She wakes, she rises from her gloom. / For her Lord comes down all glorious, / The strong in grace, in truth victorious; / Her star is ris’n, her light is come. / Now come, Thou Blessed One, / Lord Jesus, God’s own Son, / Hail! Hosanna! We enter all / The wedding hall / To eat the Supper at Thy call.”