  Thine was the cross, O Christ,— The brow thorn-crown’d and gory; Thine, blessed Saviour, now, The kingdom, power, and glory! The ages own Thy sway;— All kings shall bow before Thee, And to Thy service bring Their honor, power and glory, All that Thy grace bestowed, The world shall yet restore Thee,— Enshrining in its heart The bitter cross that bore Thee. With saints and seraphim, Let us, O Lord, adore Thee,— Ascribing to Thy name The kingdom, power, and glory! And in the hour of death, Receive us, we implore Thee, To share, forevermore, Thy kingdom, power, and glory!
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