Behold, he comes! Columbia's pride,
And nature's boast--her favorite son;
Of valor, wisdom, truth, well tried--
Hail, matchless _Washington_.
Let old and young, let rich and poor,
Their voices raise, to sing his praise,
And bid him welcome, o'er and o'er.
This, this is he, by Heaven designed,
The pride and wonder of mankind.
United then your voices raise,
And all united sing his praise.
Let strains harmonious rend the air;
For see, the godlike hero's here!
Thrice hail, Columbia's favorite son;
Thrice welcome, matchless _Washington_.