Eternal King of Heav’n on high,
Hope of Thy saints be­neath,
Crowned with tri­um­phant ma­jes­ty,
The van­quish­er of death:

Thou dost as­cend the star­ry spheres,
Prompt at the heav’n­ly call,
Which, all un­heard by mor­tal ears,
Salutes Thee Lord of all:

That of the world, wher­e’er they dwell,
The tribes may wor­ship Thee;
And things in Heav’n, in earth, in hell,
May bow the sub­ject knee.

Angels be­hold the change with awe:
How sin with flesh be­gan,
And sin by flesh sub­dued they saw,
The con­quer­or God in man!

Do Thou from Thy ce­les­ti­al heights
Our prize, our plea­sure, prove!
The world Thy sub­ject; Thy de­lights
All world­ly joys above.

Thence for our sins the pray­er at­tend,
Thy par­don­ing grace sup­ply,
And down Thy health­ful Spir­it send
To lift our hearts on high.

That when around Thy judg­ment seat
The skies their ra­di­ance pour,
Thou mayst re­mit our pe­nal debt,
Our for­feit crowns re­store.

O Je­sus, glo­ry be to Thee,
In Thy ce­les­ti­al rest,
Throned with Pa­ter­nal Ma­jes­ty,
And with the Spir­it blest!