O Christ the Lord, O Christ the King, Who wide the gates of death didst fling, Whose place upon Creation's throne by Easter triumph was made known, Rule now on earth from realms above, subdue the nations by thy love. Lord, vindicate against our greed the weak, whose tears thy justice plead; Thy pity, Lord, on all who lie broken by war and tyranny; Show them the cross which thou didst bear, give them the power that conquered there. Let those whose pride usurps thy thrown acknowledge thou art Lord alone; Cause those whose lust torments mankind thy wrath to know, thy mercy find; Make all the rebel world proclaim the mighty power of thy blest name. So shall creation's bondage cease, its pangs of woe give birth to peace; And all the earth, redeemed by thee, Shall know a glorious liberty: O haste the time, make short the days, till all our cries dissolve in praise.