O Christ, the King! and dost Thou ask
This sinful heart from me?
Thy love hath won it—dear the task
To yield that heart to Thee,
Its life, its love, its ALL to bring
In homage sweet to Thee, the King.
The chamber of the King of Kings,
No earth-reared palace this!
What tongue can tell, or heart conceive,
The deep eternal bliss
Of those whose lot it is to share
That glorious home—with Christ made heir?
My soul once lay in nature's night,
In still and lifeless gloom;
No ray shone through the bars that held
My spirit in its tomb,
When lo! a voice broke on its night—
"Arise! and Christ shall give thee light."
It was the mandate of a King,
And with His word was power,
From death to life with one glad spring
My soul passed from that hour;
I lived—and now His love must bring
My trembling soul to know the King.
"These are written, that ye might believe that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of God; and that believing ye might have life through His name."