1. To thee, O Prince of all that

be, Thou Christ, O King

eternally;

O Framer of the mind and

heart, Our one true Judge we

say thou art.

2. The wicked protest, wail

and cry, Christ Jesus' reign

they would deny;

Rejoice we at thy glorious

name, Thou Highest King we

do proclaim.

3. O Christ! The Source of all

our peace, Make all our sinful

thoughts to cease;

And still in us our loves

misplaced, As Thy one

sheepfold be we embraced.

4. For this, hanging on cruel

tree, With arms outstretched,

for all to see;

His heart is pierced by

soldier's spear, Revealing

burning love most dear.

5. From this the altar of the

tree Thy blood flows forth

from Calvary;

As wine to us it doth appear,

To thine own heart it draws us

near.

6. Thou Governor of all that

be, May all thy creatures

honour thee;

All those who rule, O Lord

renew! Source of all precepts

just and true.

7. To regal glory, all submit,

All crowns and honours we do

remit;—

To thy scepter—so sweet and

mild! Submit we as a little

child.

8. All glory be, Jesu, to thee,

Thy scepter over all that be;

All glory, as is ever meet,

To Father and to Paraclete.

Amen