King of kings. To God, who from the rocky prison Where death had bound him, brought his Son, To God these walls from earth have risen;— To God, ‘the high and lofty one.’ Creator! at whose stedfast word Alike the seas and seasons roll, Here may thy truth in Christ our Lord, Shine forth and sanctify the soul. Here, where we hymn thy praises now, Father and Judge! may many a knee And many a spirit humbly bow, In worship and in prayer to Thee. And when our lips no more shall move, Our hearts no longer