The Eternal Gifts of Christ the King

The eter­nal gifts of Christ the King

The Apos­tles’ glo­ri­ous deeds

we sing;

And while due hymns of praise we pay

Our thank­ful hearts cast grief away.

The Church in these her princ­es boasts

These vic­tor chiefs of war­ri­ors hosts;

The sol­diers of the heav­en­ly hall

The lights that rose on earth for all.

’Twas thus the yearn­ing faith of saints

The un­con­quered hope that nev­er faints

The love of Christ that knows not shame

The prince of this world ov­er­came.

In these the Fa­ther’s glo­ry shone;

In these the will of God the Son;

In these ex­ults the Ho­ly Ghost;

Through these re­joice the heav­en­ly host.

Redeemer

hear us of Thy love

That

with this glo­ri­ous band above

Hereafter

of Thine end­less grace

Thy serv­ants al­so may have place.