1 King in Zion, blessèd Jesus,
Glory be to Thee,
Reigning in the city golden,
Lord, remember me;
Angel choirs in holy service,
Round about Thee stand,
Sharing all Thy heav’nly treasure
In fair Beulah land.
2 And the hosts are still increasing,
But there’s room for more,
Saints and martyrs and our kindred,
Loved ones gone before;
All are praising in the anthems,
Round Thy great white throne,
So we all shall find Heav’n’s glory,
Now on earth unknown.
3 Blessèd King, Thy face e’er smiling,
We now long to see,
And Thy hands so gently guiding,
Keep us near to Thee;
Bending low in love so kindly,
Hear our humble prayer,
That in frowning sky and storm cloud,
We may have Thy care.
4 When our work on earth is ended,
And the dawning come,
Then, dear King, in Thy near presence
May we find our home;
We will join the song eternal,
And with angels sing,
Sharing joy and peace unending,
With our Zion’s king.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #12531