O Jesus, Our King

O Je­sus

our king

Thy glo­ry we sing

Thy ris­ing de­clare

And join the pomp

And the be­ne­fit share.

Thy con­quest we feel

O’er death and o’er hell

Redeemed from the grave

And bold we pro­claim Thee

Almighty to save.

We know that our head

Is ris­en in­deed

Thy re­cord re­ceive

And raised by the pow­er

Of Thy Spir­it we live.

Thy Spir­it at­tests

The truth in our breasts

Thy wit­ness im­parts

The first re­sur­rect­ion

Of faith to our hearts.

Thou con­quered be­neath

The sharp­ness of death

Our souls to re­trieve

And op­en the king­dom

To all that be­lieve.

Believing on Thee

We rise from the tree

And heav­en­ward move

And fly to Thy throne

On the wings of Thy love.

Thy love that o’er­came

Our sor­row and shame

And ran­somed our race

And sent Thee to God

To pre­pare us a place;

Go af­ter

it cries

Proceed to the skies

By Im­ma­nu­el led

So fol­low

and suf­fer

And reign with your head.