To Christ the Monarch

To Christ the Mon­arch

be our praise to­day

Unto the Lord who set His peo­ple free;

His tribes have passed on dry ground through the flood

Their foes cast down to dark­est depth of sea;

With His right hand

and glo­ri­ous ho­ly arm

The King gains for Him­self the vic­to­ry.

The ene­my said

I will ov­er­take

But horse and rid­er sank down like a stone

In surg­ing tide

when part­ed wa­tery walls

By God on high were all to­ge­ther thrown.

With His right hand

and glo­ri­ous migh­ty pow­er

The King gains for Him­self the vic­to­ry.

The ene­my said

I will cast them down

To lions’ den

into the se­v’n­fold flame;

But an­gels saved them from the li­ons’ mouths

And cool­ing wind in­to the fur­nace came.

With His right hand

that rules o’er beast and fire

The King gains for Him­self the vic­to­ry.

The ene­my said

I will bind in chains

Th’im­pri­soned souls that lie in death’s do­main;

But Christ the Lord led them into the light

And Ha­des’ pri­son­ers were free again;

With His right hand

and pow­er o’er life and death

The King gains for Him­self the vic­to­ry.

Glory

thanks­giv­ing

prais­es to the King

May all His serv­ants bring ’til heav­ens ring;

See

through the grave and gate of death He passed

From bonds of sin His pre­cious own to free;

With His right hand

and glo­ri­ous ho­ly arm

The King gains for Him­self the vic­to­ry.