Classic Poem

FOR EASTER .

O C HRIST our King, uplifted high,
The Cross, Thy throne of splendor,
To Thee now draws all nations nigh, —
Their Saviour and Defender.
Thee, Lord of lords, with boundless sway,
Thee, K ING of kings, shall all obey:
For Thou art King of Glory,
Let all the Earth adore Thee!

O C HRIST our King, descending low,
Through Death's tremendous portal,
Thy voice divine, through realms of woe,
Proclaims new life immortal.
Hope springs once more, 'mid fires and pains,
Thy prisoners leap to burst their chains:
For Thou art King of Glory,
And Hell shall bow before Thee!

O C HRIST our King, the glassy sea
Upholds a shining chorus,
With crowns and palms encircling Thee,
And thrones of state victorious.
Prostrate they fall, in reverence meet,
Casting their crowns before Thy feet:
For Thou art King of Glory,
And all Thy Saints adore Thee!

O C HRIST our King, in Heaven Thy home,
With harp and voice unfailing,
Angelic hosts surround Thy throne,
With wings their faces veiling.
Thee G OD OF G OD sing Cherubim,
Thee L IGHT OF L IGHT sing Seraphim:
For Thou art King of Glory,
The Heaven of Heavens adore Thee!

O C HRIST our King, Thy glorious reign
Unites Thy whole creation, —
Earth, Hell, and Heaven, Angels and Men,
And every Constellation.
Now let Thy Bride, bright as the sun,
With Thee, the L AMB , be ever One:
For Thou art King of Glory,
Let all in all adore Thee!