Jesus, the Lord, is King,

Jesus, the Lord, is King,
And be his name adored;
Let Zion with sweet pleasure sing
The honours of her God.

His laws are just and mild,
All pregnant with delight;
The church at large, and every child,
Shall prove his burden light.

Let Christians all attend
To his commanding voice;
His mercies never have an end;
Then be his ways our choice.

On Zion's hill he reigns,
And still displays his love;
Bids saints remember all his pains,
And lift their hearts above.