Th' eternal gifts of Christ the King, The Apostles' glory, let us sing; And all with hearts of gladness raise Due hymns of thankful love and praise. For they the Church's Princes are, Triumphant leaders in the war, The heavenly King's own warrior band, True lights to lighten every land. Theirs was the steadfast faith of Saints, The hope that never yields nor faints, The love of Christ in perfect glow, That lay the prince of this world low. In them the Father's glory shone, In them the Spirit's will was done, The Son Himself exults in them; Joy fills the new Jerusalem. Praise to the Father, with the Son, And Holy Spirit, Three in One; As ever was in ages past, And so shall be while ages last.