Hymn 421:
Hail to the Lord’s anointed,
great David’s greater Son!
Hail in the time appointed,
His reign on earth begun!
He comes to break oppression,
To set the captive free;
To take away transgression
and rule in equity.
He comes in succour speedy,
 to those who suffer wrong;
To help the poor and needy,
and bid the weak be strong;
To give them songs for sighing,
Their darkness turn to light,
Whose souls, condemned and dying,
Were precious in His sight.
He shall come down like showers
Upon the fruitful earth:
And Love, joy, hope, like flowers,
Spring in His path to birth.
Before Him, on the mountains,
Shall peace, the herald, go;
And righteousness, in fountains,
From hill to valley flow.
Arabs- the nomadic race
Shall bow themselves to Him
Stranger from Ethiopia
Shall seek his glory bright;
All offering their worship,
Bringing treasures of the seas
To worship before him.
Kings shall fall down before Him,
and gold and incense bring;
All nations shall adore Him,
His praise all people sing;
Ships from the isle shall meet
To pour the wealth of ocean
In tribute at his feet.
To Him shall prayer unceasing,
and daily vows ascend;
His kingdom still increasing,
A kingdom without end:
The mountain dews shall nourish
A seed in weakness sown,
Whose fruit shall spread, and flourish,
And shake like Lebanon.