Every tongue confess Him King of glory now
Tis the Father's pleasure we should call Him Lord
Who from the beginning was the mighty Word
Humbled for a season to receive a name
From the lips of sinners unto which He came
Faithfully He bore it, spotless to the last
Brought it back victorious
when through death He passed
Bore it us triumphant with it's human light
Through all ranks of creatures to the central height
To the throne of God head, to the Father's breast
Filled it with the glory of that perfect rest
In your hearts enthrone Him there let Him subdue
All that is not holy, all that is not true
Crown Him as your Captain in temptation's hour
Let His will enfold you in it's light and pow'r
Jesus Lord and saviour shall return again
With His Father's glory o'er the earth to reign
For all wreaths of Empire meet upon His brow
And our hearts confess Him King of glory now
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