1 O Christ, our King, Creator, Lord,
Saviour 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 power 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 acknowledge 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 Conqueror, never more to die,
Us by Thy mighty power defend,
And reign through ages without end.

Amen.