O Christ, Our King, Creator, Lord

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.

In Thy dear cross a grace is found

It flows from ev­ery stream­ing wound

Whose pow­er our in­bred sin con­trols

Breaks the firm bond

and frees our souls.

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.

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.

Now in the Fa­ther’s glo­ry high

Great Con­quer­or

nev­er more to die

Us by Thy migh­ty pow­er de­fend

And reign through ag­es with­out end.