Around the Savior’s lofty throne
Ten thousand times ten thousand sing;
They worship Him as God alone,
And crown Him—everlasting King.

Approach, ye saints! this God is yours;
’Tis Jesus fills the throne above:
Ye cannot want while God endures;
Ye cannot fail while God is love.

Jesus, Thou everlasting King!
To Thee the praise of Heaven belongs;
Yet, smile on us who fain would bring
The tribute of our humble songs.

Though sin defile our worship here,
We hope ere long Thy face to view;
And when our souls in Heaven appear,
We’ll praise Thy Name as angels do.

Shout for joy, ye holy throng,
Christ the Lord is King;
Angel harps, the sound prolong,
Christ the Lord is King.

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Bear the news from pole to pole,
Spread the truth from sea to sea,
Lo! the Prince of life and glory
King of Heav’n and earth shall be.

Shout for joy, ye nations all,
Christ the Lord is King;
Crowns before His throne shall fall,
Christ the Lord is King.

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He Who rent the boasting grave,
Christ the Lord is King;
He Who lives the lost to save,
Christ the Lord is King.

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Shout for joy, ye realms of night,
Christ the Lord is King;
Hail the beams of Gospel light,
Christ the Lord is King.

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The Lord is King! lift up thy voice,
O earth; and all ye heav’ns, rejoice!
From world to world the joy shall ring,
“The Lord omnipotent is King.”

The Lord is King! who then shall dare
Resist His will, distrust His care,
Or murmur at His wise decrees,
Or doubt His royal promises?

The Lord is King! Child of the dust,
The Judge of all the earth is just;
Holy and true are all His ways;
Let every creature speak His praise.

O when His wisdom can mistake,
His might decay, His love forsake,
Then may His children cease to sing,
“The Lord omnipotent is King!”

Alike pervaded by His eye,
All parts of His dominion lie;
This world of ours, and worlds unseen,
And thin the boundary between.

He reigns! ye saints, exalt your strains;
Your God is King, your Father reigns;
And He is at the Father’s side,
The Man of love, the Crucified.

Come, make your wants, your burdens known;
He will present them at the throne;
And angel bands are waiting there
His messages of love to bear.

One Lord, one empire, all secures;
He reigns, and life and death are yours:
Through earth and Heav’n one song shall ring,
“The Lord omnipotent is King!”

Hear the everlasting song,
Breaking thro’ the sky:
“Glory, glory be to God,
To God on high!”
Thro’ the blessèd courts of light
Saints and angels, joyful singing,
Strike their harps and shout aloud,
“The Lord is King!”

Hear the loud triumphant song,
O’er the world resound:
Like a mighty ocean rolls
The glad, glad sound:
“Hallelujah! praise the Lord!”
Distant climes His triumph singing,
Lift their voice and shout aloud,
“The Lord is King!”

Praise the blessèd Three in One,
All ye heav’nly host:
Praise the Father, praise the Son,
And Holy Ghost!
As it was in all the past,
Through eternal ages ringing,
Ransomed ones shall still proclaim,
“The Lord is King!”

The Lord is King! I own His pow’r,
His right to rule each day and hour;
I own His claim on heart and will,
And His demands I would fulfill.

He claims my heart, to keep it clean
From all defiling taint of sin;
He claims my will, that I may prove
How swift obedience answers love.

He claims my hands for active life
In noble deeds and worthy strife;
He claims my feet, that in His ways
I may walk boldly all my days.

He claims my lips, that purest word
In all my converse may be heard;
My motives, passions, thoughts, that these
My inner life, my King may please.

He claims the brightness of my youth,
My earnest strivings after truth,
My joys, my toil, my craftsman’s skill;
All have their place, and serve His will.

O Lord my King, I turn to Thee;
Thy loyal service makes me free;
My daily task Thou shalt assign;
For heart and will and life are Thine.

Hark to the call of the New Crusade,
Christ over all will King be made;
Out to the world let the challenge ring:
Make Christ King!

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Hail to the King of kings! Triumphant Redeemer!
On march the soldiers of the New Crusade.
This is the battle cry: Christ made the King!
And to our Sov’reign we allegiance bring;
Prince, Guide and Counselor He shall be.
Carry the standard to victory!
Hail to the call of the New Crusade:
Make Christ King!

Strong is the foe of the New Crusade,
Sin in its armor is well arrayed;
Into the fight we our best must fling:
Make Christ King!

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Come, in His Name join the pilgrim throng,
Stand for the right, and down the wrong;
Glory to god, let the chorus sing,
Make Christ King!

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