Our Jesus has a kingdom that is open wide; he calls us to belong to him, to join his side. And where he's King the cherubim sing with seraphim rare, All the host of heaven are there; the creatures, saints and martyrs serve the King of glory there. Our Jesus who was born a king, a king he died; he opened heaven's gate when he was crucified. And where he's King the cherubim sing with seraphim rare, All the host of heaven are there; the creatures, saints and martyrs serve the King of glory there. Our Jesus shed his blood for us and many more, the all-atoning Lamb of God, the Life, the Door. And where he's King the cherubim sing with seraphim rare, All the host of heaven are there; the creatures, saints and martyrs serve the King of glory there. Our Jesus walked beside the friends who thought him dead, he opened up the Scriptures and he broke bread. And where he's King the cherubim sing with seraphim rare, All the host of heaven are there; the creatures, saints and martyrs serve the King of glory there. Our Jesus comes one day as King upon the cloud, and heaven and earth and hell shall shout his name aloud. And where he's King the cherubim sing with seraphim rare, All the host of heaven are there; the creatures, saints and martyrs serve the King of glory there.