King in Zion, blessèd Je­sus,
Glory be to Thee,
Reigning in the city golden,
Lord, remember me;
Angel choirs in holy service,
Round about Thee stand,
Sharing all Thy heav’nly treasure
In fair Beulah land.

And the hosts are still increasing,
But there’s room for more,
Saints and martyrs and our kindred,
Loved ones gone before;
All are praising in the anthems,
Round Thy great white throne,
So we all shall find Heav’n’s glo­ry,
Now on earth unknown.

Blessèd King, Thy face e’er smiling,
We now long to see,
And Thy hands so gently guiding,
Keep us near to Thee;
Bending low in love so kindly,
Hear our humble prayer,
That in frowning sky and storm cloud,
We may have Thy care.

When our work on earth is ended,
And the dawning come,
Then, dear King, in Thy near presence
May we find our home;
We will join the song eter­nal,
And with angels sing,
Sharing joy and peace unending,
With our Zion’s king.