|Text:||Christ, Above All Glory Seated|
|Translator:||James R. Woodford|
|Composer:||Cyril V. Taylor|
1 Christ, above all glory seated,
King triumphant, strong to save!
Dying, you have death defeated,
buried, you have spoiled the grave.
You have gone where now is given
what no mortal might could gain,
on th'eternal throne of heaven
in your Father's pow'r to reign.
2 Then will kingdoms all adore you,
heav'n above and earth below,
while the depths of hell before you
trembling and defeated bow.
We will praise you, Lord and Savior,
and implore your grace and love;
hear our pray'r and help us always
seek the things that are above.
3 Lord, when you again in glory
on the clouds of heav'n shall shine,
we, your church, shall stand before you,
brought from all the days of time.
In your faithfulness confiding,
Jesus, we shall all adore:
praise and glory, thanks and honor,
pow'r and strength forevermore!
|First Line:||Christ, above all glory seated|
|Title:||Christ, Above All Glory Seated|
|Translator:||James R. Woodford (alt., mod.)|
|Topic:||Christ: Ascension of; Christ: Second Coming and the Last Judgment of|
|Source:||Latin hymn, 13th cent.|
|Composer:||Cyril V. Taylor (1941)|
|Copyright:||© 1942, renewed 1970 Hope Publishing Co.|