Eternal King to whom we sing;
Worthy King of loudest praise;
Father, Son, and Holy Ghost,
For every blessing, we lift our praise.
The light of Your face delights us;
Your right hand delivers us.
Not by our sword, do we win the land,
But in You High King— our hope we find.
Our exceeding joy, we give You praise.
High King of all Heaven, our Ruler You are;
Fount of all blessing—
Our Vision be now.