Scripture Verse

Rejoice greatly, O daughter of Zion; shout, O daughter of Jerusalem: behold, thy king cometh unto thee. Zechariah 9:9


Words: Mi­chael Bruce, writ­ten cir­ca 1764, for a sing­ing class at Kin­ness­wood, Scot­land. It was first pub­lished by John Lo­gan in his Po­ems, 1781, page 113, num­ber 7.

Music: Ex­e­ter (Ply­mouth) Ply­mouth Col­lec­tion of Hymns and Tunes, by Hen­ry W. Beech­er (New York: A. S. Barnes, 1855), page 69 (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Bruce (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?


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

The hidden fountains, at Thy call,
Their sacred stores unlock;
Loud in the desert, sudden streams
Burst living from the rock.

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

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.

The kingdom of Messiah come,
Appointed times disclose;
And fairer in Emmanuel’s land
The new creation glows.

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