Christ, Above All Glory Seated

Christ

above all glo­ry seat­ed!

King tri­umph­ant

strong to save!

Dying

Thou hast death de­feat­ed;

Buried

Thou hast spoiled the grave.

Thou art gone

where now is giv­en

What no mor­tal might could gain

On the eter­nal throne of Heav­en

In Thy Fa­ther’s pow­er to reign.

There Thy king­doms all ad­ore Thee

Heaven ab­ove and earth be­low;

While the depths of hell be­fore Thee

Trembling and de­feat­ed bow.

We

O Lord

with hearts ad­or­ing

Follow Thee above the sky!

Hear our pray­ers Thy grace im­plor­ing

Lift our souls to Thee on high.

So when Thou again in glo­ry

On the clouds of Heav­en shalt shine

We Thy flock may stand be­fore Thee

Owned for ev­er­more as Thine.

Hail! all hail! in Thee con­fid­ing

Jesus

Thee shall all ad­ore

In Thy Fa­ther’s might abid­ing

With one Spir­it ev­er­more!