Kingdom of Christ

Verse 1

All hail, incarnate God! The wonderous things foretold Of thee in sacred writ With joy our eyes behold: Still does thine arm new trophies wear, And monuments of glory rear.

Verse 2

To thee the hoary head Its silver honours pays; To thee the blooming youth Devotes his brightest days: And every age their tribute bring, And bow to thee all-conquering King.

Verse 3

O haste, victorious prince, That happy glorious day, When souls, like drops of dew, Shall own thy gentle sway: Oh may it bless our longing eyes, And bear our shouts beyond the skies.

Verse 4

All hail, triumphant Lord, Eternal be thy reign; Behold the nations sue To wear thy gentle chain: When earth and time are known no more; Thy throne shall stand forever sure.