Thou, Jesus, art our King. Thy ceaseless praise we sing

1 Thou Jesus, art our king!
Thy ceaseless praise we sing;
Praise shall our glad tongue employ
Praise o'erflow our grateful soul,
While we vital breath employ,
While eternal ages roll.

2 Thou art th' eternal light,
Thou shin'st in deepest night,
Wan'dring gaz'd th' angelic train
While thou bow'dst the heav'ns beneath,
God with God wert man with man,
Man to save from endless death.

3 Thou with our pain didst mourn,
Thou hast our sickness born:
All our sins on thee were laid!
Thou with unexampled grace
All the mighty debt hast paid,
Due from Adam's helpless race!

4 Enthron'd above yon sky,
Thou reign'st with God most high:
Prostrate at thy feet we fall!
Pow'r supreme to thee is giv'n,
Thee, the righteous judge of all,
Thee, the Lord of earth and heav'n!

5 Arise stir up thy pow'r,
Thou deathless conqueror!
King of all! with pitying eye
Mark the toil and pains we feel!
'Midst the snares of death we lie
'Midst the banded pow'rs of hell.

6 O Lord! O God of love!
Let us thy mercy prove!
Help us to obtain the prize,
Help us well to close our race;
That with thee above the skies,
Endless joy we may possess.

Source: A Collection of Hymn Tunes from the most modern and approved authors #XXXV