O Je­sus, king of glo­ry,
Both Da­vid’s Lord and Son!
Thy realm en­dures for­ev­er,
In Heav’n is fixed Thy throne.
Help that in earth’s do­min­ions,
Throughout from pole to pole,
Thy reign may spread sal­va­tion,
To each be­night­ed soul.

The east­ern sag­es, bring­ing
Their tri­bute gifts to Thee,
Bear wit­ness to Thy king­dom
And hum­bly bow the knee.
To Thee the star is point­ing,
And the prop­het­ic Word;
Hence joy­ous­ly we hail Thee:
Our Sav­ior and our Lord!

Thou art a migh­ty mon­arch,
As by Thy Word is told,
Yet car­est Thou but lit­tle
For earth­ly goods or gold;
On no proud steed Thou rid­est,
Thou wear’st no jew­eled crown
Nor dwell’st in lord­ly cas­tle,
But bear­est scoff and frown.

Yet art Thou decked with beau­ty,
With rays of glo­ri­ous light;
Thy works pro­claim Thy good­ness,
And all Thy ways are right.
Vouchsafe to shield Thy peo­ple
With Thine al­migh­ty arm
That they may dwell in safe­ty
From those who mean them harm.

Ah, look on me with pi­ty
Though I am weak and poor;
Admit me to Thy king­dom
To dwell there, blest and sure.
I pray Thee, guide and keep me
Safe from my bit­ter foes,
From sin and death and Sa­tan;
Free me from all my woes.

And bid Thy Word with­in me
Shine as the fair­est star;
Keep sin and all false doc­trine
Forever from me far.
Help me con­fess Thee tru­ly
And with Thy Christ­en­dom
Here own Thee king and Sav­ior
And in the world to come.