O Lord Most High, Eternal King

O Lord most high

eter­nal King

By Thee re­deemed Thy praise we sing;

The bonds of death are burst by Thee

And grace has won the vic­to­ry.

Ascending to the Fa­ther’s throne

Thou claim’st the king­dom as Thine own;

Thy days of mor­tal weak­ness o’er

All pow­er is Thine for­ev­er­more.

To Thee the whole cre­ation now

Shall

in its three­fold or­der

bow

Of things on earth

and things on high

And things that un­der­neath us lie.

In awe and won­der an­gels see

How changed is man’s es­tate by Thee

How flesh makes pure as flesh did stain

And Thou

true God

in flesh dost reign.

Be Thou our joy

O migh­ty Lord

As Thou wilt be our great re­ward;

Let all our glo­ry be in Thee

Both now and through eter­ni­ty.

All praise from ev­ery heart and tongue

To Thee

as­cend­ed Lord

be sung;

All praise to God the Fa­ther be

And Ho­ly Ghost eter­nal­ly.