King of Glory
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Christ, the newborn King of Glory,
Born in a stable, bound for the throne,
Come and worship, come and adore the
Almighty Rock, the cornerstone.
Lift your hands to Him in worship; lift your voice to Him and sing,
"Hosanna in the highest, Hosanna to the King!"
Christ, the living King of Glory,
Never changing, ever the same,
Yesterday, today, and forever,
Constant love, unchanging name.
Lift your hands to Him in worship; lift your voice to Him and sing,
"Hosanna in the highest, Hosanna to the King!"
Christ, the risen King of Glory;
Saints acclaim him, angels sing,
Where, O grave is now thy vict'ry,
Where, O death is now thy sting?
Lift your hands to Him in worship; lift your voice to Him and sing,
"Hosanna in the highest, Hosanna to the King!"
Christ, the coming King of Glory,
Gone to prepare a place for his own,
All creation bows before the
Unblemished Lamb upon His throne.
Lift your hands to Him in worship; lift your voice to Him and sing,
"Hosanna in the highest, Hosanna to the King!"
Copyright © John Watt | Year Posted 2020
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