O Christ, the Lord of Hea­ven, to Thee
Clothed with all ma­jes­ty divine,
Eternal pow­er and glo­ry be:
Eternal praise and right is Thine.

Reign, Prince of Life, that once Thy brow
Didst yield to wear the wound­ing thorn;
Reign, throned be­side the Fa­ther now,
Adored the Son of God first-born!

From an­gel hosts that round Thee stand,
With forms more pure than spot­less snow,
From the bright, burn­ing se­raph band,
Let praise in lof­ti­est num­bers flow!

To Thee, the Lamb, our mor­tal songs,
Born of deep fer­vent love, shall rise;
All hon­or to Thy name be­longs:
Our lips would sound it to the skies.

Jesus! all earth shall speak the word;
Jesus! all Hea­ven re­sound it still:
Immanuel, Sav­ior, Con­quer­or, Lord,
Thy praise the uni­verse shall fill.