It was you, the King of Glory,
Who came to this dark, sinful world
You the Son of God the Father,
Born of Mary, a Jewish girl.
Born in Bethlehem of Judah
Raised in Nazareth, Galilee
You walked Israel's dusty pathways
To heal, and teach, and set men free
It was you the King of Glory
Who called Lazarus from the tomb
Who gave comfort and who wept
And with one action sealed your doom
Boldly riding to Jerusalem,
There your kingship to proclaim.
Lauded by travelers on the roadway,
While the rulers cursed your name.
It was you, the King of Glory,
Who was nailed upon a cross,
Who was mocked and who was tortured,
Counting your own life as loss.
You spoke forgiveness to the vile,
The sinner words of mercy heard,
You made provision for your mother,
Fulfilled the prophets' every word.
It was you, the King of Glory,
Sealed and guarded in the tomb,
Whose disciples, sad and frightened
Locked the door of the upper room.
But breaking past guard, seal, and lock,
You joined them there amidst their pain.
They thought that death had been victorious
But in power you rose again.
It is you, the King of Glory
Who will come to judge and save,
Those who've longed for your salvation,
Those who've languished in the grave.
So King Jesus, come and rescue,
As your people now we plead:
Return as you have promised,
See us healed, cleansed, and freed.
