O thou eternal King most high, Whose Blood has brought salvation nigh, The bonds of death are burst by thee, And love has won the victory. Ascending to the Father's throne Thou tak'st the kingdom as thine own; While awestruck angels contemplate The wondrous change of man's estate. Be thou our joy, O mighty Lord, As thou wilt be our great reward; Let all our glory be in thee Both now and through eternity.