O King Most High of Earth and Sky

O King most high of earth and sky

On pros­trate Death Thou tread­est;

And with Thy blood dost mark the road

Whereby to Heav’n Thou lead­est.

Lord of our love

en­throned ab­ove

Beside th’Al­migh­ty Fa­ther

Thou wilt not leave Thy flock to grieve

But to Thy­self wilt ga­ther.

O Christ

be­hold Thine or­phaned fold

Which Thou hast borne with ang­uish

Steeped in the tide from Thy rent side—

O leave us not to lang­uish.

The glo­ri­ous gain of all Thy pain

Henceforth dost Thou in­her­it;

Now comes the hour

then great­ly show­er

On us Thy pro­mised Spir­it.

Jesu

to Thee all glo­ry be

With Sire

and Spir­it ascend­ing;

Thy throne doth stand at God’s right hand

Through ag­es with­out end­ing.