1  To Thee, dear Lord, O Christ of God,

       We sing, we ever sing;

    For Thou hast shed Thy precious blood

       Our cup of joy to bring.

    Thy mighty arm the fight hath fought,

       Thou art enthroned above;

    We into glory will be brought

       Thy wondrous grace to prove.

 2  To Thee, dear Lord, O Christ of God,

       We sing, we ever sing;

    Thou hast invaded death's abode

       And robbed him of his sting.

    The house of dust enthralls no more,

       For Thou, the strong to save,

    Thyself doth guard that silent door,

       Great Keeper of the grave.

 3  To Thee, dear Lord, O Christ of God,

       We sing, we ever sing;

    For Thou hast crushed beneath Thy rod

       The world's proud rebel king,

    And plunged in Thine imperial strength

       To gulfs of darkness down,

    And brought Thy trophy up at length,

       The foiled usurper's crown.

 4  To Thee, dear Lord, O Christ of God,

       We sing, we ever sing;

    Thou hast redeemed us with Thy blood

       From every evil thing.

    God's saving strength Thine arm upbore,

       The arm that set us free;

    Glory, O Christ, for evermore

       Be to Thy God and Thee.