1 O Christ, our King, Creator, Lord,
Savior of all who trust thy Word,
to them who seek thee ever near,
now to our praises bend thine ear.

2 In thy dear cross a grace is found
(it flows from ev'ry streaming wound)
whose pow'r our inbred sin controls,
breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls.

3 Thou didst create the stars of night;
yet thou hast veiled in flesh thy light,
hast deigned a mortal form to wear,
a mortal's painful lot to bear.

4 When thou didst hang upon the tree,
the quaking earth acknowledged thee;
when thou didst there yield up thy breath,
the world grew dark as shades of death.

5 Now in the Father's glory high,
great Conqu'ror, nevermore to die,
us by thy mighty pow'r defend,
and reign through ages without end.