Hail, tri­um­phant King of glo­ry,
Prince of pow­er and Lord of life!
Angel hosts and men adore Thee,
Who hast con­quered in the strife!

Now be­hold Eve’s strong temp­ta­tion
Healed by Ma­ry’s sin­less Son,
Adam’s curse by Christ’s sal­va­tion,
Eden lost by Hea­ven won.

O may we, once new cre­at­ed
In the pure, life giv­ing flood,
Still to Thee be con­se­crat­ed,
Daily rise from sin to God.

Dead be ev­ery deed un­ho­ly,
Buried each un­hal­lowed lust,
Living now to Je­sus sole­ly,
Rise we from cor­rupt­ion’s dust.

Crown Him then, ye hosts of glo­ry,
Angels hymn the Vic­tor’s praise,
Sing, ye saints, the won­drous sto­ry,
Chant it in your fes­tal lays.

Blessing, hon­or, might, do­min­ion,
Give to Heav’n’s eter­nal king,
From whose glo­ri­ous re­sur­rect­ion
All our hopes of glo­ry spring.