O Christ, Our King, Creator, Lord

Verse 1

O Christ, our King, Creator, Lord, Savior of all who trust thy Word, to them who seek thee ever near, now to our praises bend thine ear.

Verse 2

In thy dear cross a grace is found (it flows from ev'ry streaming wound) whose pow'r our inbred sin controls, breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls.

Verse 3

Thou didst create the stars of night; yet thou hast veiled in flesh thy light, hast deigned a mortal form to wear, a mortal's painful lot to bear.

Verse 4

When thou didst hang upon the tree, the quaking earth acknowledged thee; when thou didst there yield up thy breath, the world grew dark as shades of death.

Verse 5

Now in the Father's glory high, great Conqu'ror, nevermore to die, us by thy mighty pow'r defend, and reign through ages without end.