Conqu'ring Prince and Lord of Glory, Majestly enthroned in light; All the heav'ns are bow'd before Thee, Far beyond them spreads Thy might; Shall I fall not at Thy feet, And my heart with rapture beat, Now Thy glory is display'd, Thine ere yet the worlds were made? | As I watch Thee far ascending To the right hand of the throne, See the host before Thee bending, Praising Thee in sweetest tone, Shall not I too at Thy feet Here the angels' strain repeat, And rejoice that heaven doth ring With the triumph of my King? | Power and Spirit are o'erflowing, On me also be they pour'd; Every hindrance overthrowing, Make Thy foes Thy footstool, Lord! Yea, let earth's remotest end To Thy righteous sceptre bend, Make Thy way before Thee plain, O*er all hearts and spirits reign. | Lo! Thy presence now is filling All Thy Church in every place; Fill my heart too, make me willing In this season of Thy grace; Come, Thou King of glory, come, Deign to make my heart Thy home, There abide and rule alone, As upon Thy heavenly throne! | Thou art leaving me, yet bringing God and heaven most inly near; From this earthly life upspringing, As though still I saw Thee here, Let my heart, transplanted hence, Strange to earth and time and sense, Dwell with Thee in heaven e'en now, Where our only joy art Thou! | |