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 every 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 vailed 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 Conqueror, never more to die,

Us by thy mighty power defend,

And reign through ages without end!