|High on the throne of the Ancient of Days,
Lauded by hosts that unceasingly praise,
Christ in the glory He valiantly won,
Reigns in His right, the omnipotent Son.
Highest in rank fall adoringly down,
Princes and potentates, noble and strong,
|Who can approach where such majesty bright,
Fills with its radiance the dwelling of light?
Who, where immortals abide evermore,
Dare in the glory transcendent adore?
Lo, from the regions of sorrow they come,
Thou hast redeemed them, O Christ, they are Thine,