The King of Glory Standeth

The King of Glo­ry stand­eth be­side the heart of sin;

His migh­ty voice com­mand­eth the rag­ing waves with­in;

The floods of deep­est ang­uish roll back­ward at His will

As o’er the storm aris­eth His man­date

Peace

be still.

At times

with sud­den glo­ry

He speaks

and all is done;

Without one stroke of bat­tle the vic­to­ry is won

While we

with joy be­hold­ing

can scarce be­lieve it true

That e’en our king­ly Je­sus can form such hearts anew.

O Christ

Thy love is migh­ty; long suf­fer­ing is Thy grace;

And glo­ri­ous is the splen­dor that beam­eth from Thy face.

Our hearts up­leap in glad­ness when we be­hold that love

As we go sing­ing on­ward

to dwell with Thee ab­ove.