Through all the earth, where foes in darkness rise,
A friend more true than heroes crowned in lore,
Doth reign supreme, His banner in the skies,
Victorious Lord, whom angels loud adore.
His mighty hand doth shatter chains apart,
His voice commands the tempests to obey,
With power vast, He lifts the trembling heart,
And turns the night to everlasting day.
No force of sin can stand against His might,
No grave can hold the glory of His name,
Triumphant King, He gilds our souls with light,
And writes our joy in lines of holy flame.
So hail we Christ, our Friend and Conqueror bold,
Whose boundless reign shall nevermore grow old.