Glory, glory to our King!

Crowns unfading wreathe his head;

Jesus is the name we sing—

Jesus risen from the dead;

Jesus, Victor of the grave;

Jesus, mighty now to save.

2 Now behold him high enthroned;

Glory beaming from his face,

By adoring angels owned

God of holiness and grace:

O for hearts and tongues to sing,

Glory, glory to our King.

3 Jesus, on thy people shine;

Warm our hearts and tune our tongues,

That with angels we may join—

Share their bliss, and swell their songs:

Glory, honor, praise, and power,

Lord, be thine for evermore.