To Thee and to Thy Christ, O God

To Thee and to Thy Christ

O God

We sing

we ev­er sing;

For He the lone­ly wine press trod

Our cup of joy to bring.

His glo­ri­ous arm the strife main­tained

He marched in might from far;

His robes were with the vint­age stained

Red with the wine of war.

To Thee and to Thy Christ

O God

We sing

we ev­er sing;

For He in­vad­ed death’s ab­ode

And robbed him of his sting.

The house of dust en­thralls no more

For He

the Strong to save

Himself doth guard that si­lent door

Great Keep­er of the grave.

To Thee and to Thy Christ

O God

We sing

we ev­er sing;

For He hath crushed be­neath His rod

The world’s proud re­bel king.

He plunged in His im­per­ial strength

To gulfs of dark­ness down;

He brought His tro­phy up at length

The foiled usurp­er’s crown.

To Thee and to Thy Christ

O God

We sing

we ev­er sing;

For He re­deemed us with His blood

From ev­ery ev­il thing.

Thy sav­ing strength His arm up­bore

The arm that set us free:

Glory

O God

for­ev­er­more

Be to Thy Christ and Thee.