O King of kings, in splendor,
Of glory throned on high;
Dost thou our strong defender,
Thy Church still magnify
Our holy Father shielding
His enemies o’erthrew;
May Peter's faith unyielding
The paths to heav’n foreshew.

That citadel surrounding,
The angry foeman raves,
Upon that rock resounding,
Dash high the sullen waves.
Our holy Father shielding
His enemies o’erthrew;
May Peter's faith unyielding
The paths to heav’n foreshew.

Yet Lord, in siege laborious,
Though hell itself should rage,
Thou wondrous, thou victorious,
Art known from age to age.
Our holy Father shielding
His enemies o’erthrew;
May Peter's faith unyielding
The paths to heav’n foreshew.

We trust thy conqu'ring powèr
Now and in time to be
I he gift of peace to showèr
On those who trust in thee.
Our holy Father shielding
His enemies o’erthrew;
May Peter's faith unyielding
The paths to heav’n foreshew.

Still, still with light supernal
Those battlements shall gleam,
And Peter's rock, eternal,
Confront the restless stream.
Our holy Father shielding
His enemies o’erthrew;
May Peter's faith unyielding
The paths to heav’n foreshew.