Conquering kings their ti­tles take,
From the lands they cap­tive make;
Jesus, Thine was giv­en Thee
For a world Thou mad­est free.

Not ano­ther name is giv­en
Power pos­sess­ing under Hea­ven,
Strong to call dead souls to rise
And ex­alt them to the skies.

That which Christ so hard­ly wrought,
That which He so dear­ly bought,
That sal­va­tion, mortals say,
Will ye mad­ly cast away?

Rather glad­ly for that name
Bear the cross, en­dure the shame;
Joyfully for Him to die
Is not death but vic­to­ry.

Jesus, if Thou con­des­cend
To be called the sin­ner’s friend,
Ours the joy and glo­ry be
Thus to make our boast of Thee.

Glory to the Fa­ther be,
Glory, vir­gin born, to Thee,
Glory to the Ho­ly Ghost,
Ever from the hea­ven­ly host.