Hail to the Prince of life and peace,
Who holds the keys of death and hell!
The spa­cious world un­seen is His,
And so­ver­eign pow­er be­comes Him well.

In shame and tor­ment once He died,
But now He lives for ev­er­more;
Bow down, ye saints, around His seat;
And all ye an­gel bands, adore.

So live for ev­er, glo­ri­ous Lord,
To crush Thy foes, and guard Thy friends;
While all Thy chos­en tribes re­joice,
That Thy do­min­ion ne­ver ends.

Worthy Thy hands to hold the keys,
Guided by wis­dom, and by love;
Worthy to rule o’er mor­tal life,
O’er worlds be­low and worlds above.

When death Thy ser­vants shall in­vade,
When pow­ers of hell Thy church an­noy,
Controlled by Thee, their rage shall help
The cause they la­bored to de­stroy.

For ever reign, vic­to­ri­ous King:
Wide through the earth Thy name be known;
And call my long­ing soul to sing
Sublimer an­thems near Thy throne.