Draw nigh, draw nigh, Emmanuel,

And ransom captive Israel,

That mourns in lonely exile here,

Until the Son of God appear;

Draw nigh, 0 Jesse’s Rod, draw nigh

To free us from the enemy;

From hell’s infernal pit to save,

And give us victory o’er the grave.

Draw nigh, Thou Dayspring, who shalt cheer

And comfort by Thine Advent here,

And banish far the brooding gloom

Of sinful night and endless doom.

Draw nigh, draw nigh, 0 David’s Key,

The heavenly gate will ope’to Thee;

Make safe the way that leads on high,

And close the path to misery.

Draw nigh, draw nigh, 0 Lord of might

Who to Thy tribes from Sinai’s height,

In ancient time didst give the law

In cloud, and majesty, and awe;