O Lord most high, eter­nal King,
By Thee re­deemed Thy praise we sing;
The bonds of death are burst by Thee,
And grace has won the vic­to­ry.

Ascending to the Fa­ther’s throne
Thou claim’st the king­dom as Thine own;
Thy days of mor­tal weak­ness o’er
All pow­er is Thine for­ev­er­more.

To Thee the whole cre­ation now
Shall, in its three­fold or­der, bow,
Of things on earth, and things on high,
And things that un­der­neath us lie.

In awe and won­der an­gels see
How changed is man’s es­tate by Thee,
How flesh makes pure as flesh did stain,
And Thou, true God, in flesh dost reign.

Be Thou our joy, O migh­ty Lord,
As Thou wilt be our great re­ward;
Let all our glo­ry be in Thee
Both now and through eter­ni­ty.

All praise from ev­ery heart and tongue
To Thee, as­cend­ed Lord, be sung;
All praise to God the Fa­ther be
And Ho­ly Ghost eter­nal­ly.