Ruler of the Hosts of Light

Ruler of the hosts of light

Death hath yield­ed to Thy might;

And Thy blood hath marked a road

Which will lead us back to God.

From Thy dwell­ing place above

From Thy Fa­ther’s throne of love

With Thy look of mer­cy bless

Those with­out Thee com­fort­less.

Bitter were Thy throes on earth

Giving to the Church her birth

From the spear wound op­en­ing wide

In Thine own life giv­ing side.

Now in glo­ry Thou dost reign

Won by all Thy toil and pain;

Thence the pro­mised Spir­it send

While our pray­ers to Thee as­cend.

Jesu

praise to Thee be giv’n

With the Fa­ther high in Heav’n;

Holy Spir­it

praise to Thee

Now and through eter­ni­ty.