Christ the King, whose hidden glory
simple shepherds first beheld,
infant whom the wise men worshipped,
by an inner voice compelled:
grant that we may seek and find you
not remote in heaven above,
but enfleshed in acts of goodness
and enthroned in hearts that love.
Christ the King, whose healing presence
put disease and death to flight,
monarch mounted on a donkey,
clad in meekness, not in might:
banish from our midst the demons
of resentment, greed and strife,
claim us for your realm of justice
with its fruits of peace and life.
Christ the King, whose love unbounded
disregarded creed and race,
crucified and yet forgiving,
holding all in love's embrace:
through the blood of recent martyrs,
through the quest for dignity,
through your prophets' bold defiance
speak afresh, Lord, from the Tree.
Christ the King, whose saving mission
neither cross nor tomb could thwart,
risen Word believed and welcomed
and to earth's far reaches brought:
live in us your resurrection,
make us signs of hope to all
so that, trusting in your promise,
they may answer to your call.
Christ the King, our patient Savior,
bear with our fragility
as we wait for your returning,
now unveiled for all to see;
and in joyful expectation
may each voice in concert sing:
Praise and thanks to Christ our King!