His the sceptre, his the throne;
Alleluia! his the triumph,
His the victory alone.
Hark! The songs of peaceful Zion
Thunder like a mighty flood.
Jesus out of every nation
Has redeemed us by his blood.
Alleluia! not as orphans
Are we left in sorrow now;
Alleluia! he is near us;
Faith believes nor questions how:
Though the cloud from sight received him,
When the forty days were over,
Shall our hearts forget his promise,
"I am with you evermore"?
Alleluia! Bread of Angels,
Here on earth our food, our stay!
Alleluia! here the sinful
Flee to you from day to day:
Intercessor, friend of sinners,
Earth's Redeemer, plead for me,
Where the songs of all the sinless
Sweep across the crystal sea.
Alleluia! King eternal,
You the Lord of lords we own;
Alleluia! born of Mary,
Earth your footstool, heaven your throne:
You, within the veil, have entered,
Robed in flesh, our great High Priest:
Here on earth both priest and victim
In the Eucharistic feast.
Revelation 5:9
W. Chatterton Dix