1 Ruler of the hosts of light,
Death hath yielded to Thy might;
And Thy Blood hath marked a road
Which will lead us back to God.
2 From Thy dwelling-place above,
From Thy Father’s throne of love,
With Thy look of mercy bless
Those without Thee comfortless.
3 Bitter were Thy throes on earth,
Giving to the Church her birth,
From the spear-wound opening wide
In Thine own life-giving side.
4 Now in glory Thou dost reign,
Won by all Thy toil and pain;
Thence the promised Spirit send,
While our prayers to Thee ascend.
5 Jesus, praise to Thee be given,
With the Father high in heaven:
Holy Spirit, praise to Thee
Now and through eternity.
Source: Church Book: for the use of Evangelical Lutheran congregations #236
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|The Cyber Hymnal #5860||Ruler of the Hosts of Light||Ruler of the hosts of light||CANTERBURY||John Chandler||77.77||Unknown author in<cite>Cluniac Breviary</cite>, 1686; Translation in <cite>Hymns of the Primitive Church</cite>, 1837|