Classic Poem

Earth waits Thy advent, Prince of Peace, —
Oh, come, with power divine!
O'er every sea, o'er every land,
Bid the blest Gospel shine!

Like myriad drops of morning dew —
Each drop, a sparkling gem —
Transfuse with light unnumbered souls,
To grace Thy diadem.

Before Thy throne, triumphant Lord,
Let willing captives bend,
And men of every name and tongue,
Their halleujahs blend.

Then shall the Great High Priest, this globe,
A fragrant censer, swing,
And praise, from every smoking pore,
Like incense sweet shall spring.

From hill to echoing hill, the shout
Of victory shall resound, —
While hosts to answering hosts proclaim
The Lord, with glory crowned.