Sons and daughters, lift your eyes,
To the throne where glory lies,
Of the King of Kings, supreme,
Lord of Lords, our hope redeemed.

Crowned with grace we can’t repay,
Undeserved, yet here to stay,
Woven through with golden thread,
Royal blood for us was shed.

Children of the Sovereign’s heart,
Called by name, set apart,
In His reign, we find our place,
Heirs of love, adorned by grace.