The King

With all Thy saints, below, above,
Thy triumph over death we sing,
And crown Thy cross with wreaths of love,
O Christ, our Saviour, and our King!

Rejoicing in Thy widening sway,
We hail Thy coming, gracious Lord;
The dawn predicts the perfect day,—
The world redeemed, renewed, restored!

Her richest gains Earth brings to Thee:—
The East, her reverence and awe,—
The West, her boundless energy,
Her learning, liberty, and law.

Where’er stars shine or dews shall fall,
Thine is the power, the kingdom Thine;
Thou by Thy cross hast conquered all,
O Jesus, Saviour, Love divine!