To Christ the Monarch, be our praise today,
Unto the Lord who set His people free;
His tribes have passed on dry ground through the flood,
Their foes cast down to darkest depth of sea;
With His right hand, and glorious holy arm
The King gains for Himself the victory.

The enemy said, I will overtake,
But horse and rider sank down like a stone
In surging tide, when parted watery walls
By God on high were all together thrown.
With His right hand, and glorious mighty power
The King gains for Himself the victory.

The enemy said, I will cast them down
To lions’ den, into the sevenfold flame;
But angels saved them from the lions’ mouths,
And cooling wind into the furnace came.
With His right hand, that rules o’er beast and fire,
The King gains for Himself the victory.

The enemy said, I will bind in chains
Th’imprisoned souls that lie in death’s domain;
But Christ the Lord led them into the light,
And Hades’ prisoners were free again;
With His right hand, and power o’er life and death,
The King gains for Himself the victory.

Glory, thanksgiving, praises to the King
May all His servants bring ’til heavens ring;
See, through the grave and gate of death He passed,
From bonds of sin His precious own to free;
With His right hand, and glorious holy arm
The King gains for Himself the victory.