O King of Kings, O Lord of Hosts

O King of kings

O Lord of hosts

Whose throne is lift­ed high

Above the na­tions of the earth

The ar­mies of the sky

The spir­its of per­fect­ed saints

May give their nob­ler songs

And we

Thy child­ren

wor­ship Thee

To whom all praise be­longs.

Thy hand has hid with­in our fields

Treasures of count­less worth;

The light

the suns of other years

Shine from the depths of earth;

The ve­ry dust

in­breathed by Thee

The clods all cold and dead

Wake into beau­ty and to life

To give Thy child­ren bread.

Thou who hast sown the sky with stars

And set Thy thoughts in gold

Hast crowned our na­tion’s life

and ours

With bless­ings ma­ni­fold;

Thy mer­cies have been num­ber­less;

Thy love

Thy grace

Thy care

Were wid­er than our ut­most need

And high­er than our pray­er.

O King of kings

O Lord of hosts

Our fa­thers’ God and ours!

Be with us in the fu­ture years;

And if the tem­pest low­ers

Look through the cloud with light of love

And smile our tears away

And lead us through the bright­en­ing years

To Heav­en’s eter­nal day.