O Christ, Our King, Creator, Lord

O Christ, our King, Cre-a-tor, Lord, Sa-vior of all who trust Thy Word, To them who seek Thee ev-er near, Now to our prais-es bend Thine ear. In Thy dear cross a grace is found (It flows from ev-ery stream-ing wound) Whose power in-bred sin con-trols, Breaks the firm bond, and frees our souls. Thou didst cre-ate the stars of night; Yet Thou hast veiled in flesh Thy light, Hast deigned a mor-tal form to wear, A mor-tal's pain-ful lot to bear. When Thou didst hang up-on the tree, The quak-ing earth ac-knowl-edged Thee; When Thou didst there yield up Thy breath, The world grew dark as shades of death. Now in the Fa-ther's glo-ry high, Great Con-queror, nev-er-more to died, Us by Thy might-y power de-fend, And reign through a-ges with-out end.