Th'eternal gifts of Christ the King.
Th'apostles' glorious deed we sing
And while due hymns of praise we pay,
Our thankful hearts cast grief away.

The Church in these her princes boasts,
These victor chiefs of warrior hosts
The soldiers of the heav'nly hall,
The light that rose on earth for all.

"Twas thus the yearning faith of Saints,
Th’unconquered hope that never faints,
The love of Christ that knows not shame,
The Prince of this world overcame.

In these the Father's glory shone;
In these the will of God the Son;
In these exults the Holy Ghost;
Through these rejoice the heav’nly host.

Redeemer, hear us of your love,
That with this glorious band above,
Hereafter, of your endless grace,
Your servants also may have place.