O Christ, Our Joy, to Whom Is Given

O Christ

our joy

to whom is giv’n

A throne o’er all the thrones of Heav’n

In Thee

whose hand all things ob­ey

The world’s vain plea­sures pass away.

So

sup­pli­ants here

we seek to win

Thy par­don for Thy peo­ple’s sin

That

by Thine all pre­vail­ing grace

Uplifted

we may seek Thy face.

And when

all Heav’n be­neath Thee bowed

Thou com’st to judg­ment throned in cloud

Then from our guilt wash out the stain

And give us our lost crowns again.

Be Thou our joy and strong de­fense

Who art our fu­ture re­com­pense:

So shall the light that springs from Thee

Be ours through all eter­ni­ty.

O ris­en

as­cend­ed Lord

All praise to Thee let earth ac­cord

Who art

while end­less ag­es run

With Fa­ther and with Spir­it One.