- O King of Kings,
In splendor of glory throned on high,
Do thou, our strong defender,
Thy Church still magnify.
Chorus: Our Holy Father shielding,
His enemies o’erthrow;
May Peter’s faith unyielding,
The path to Heaven foreshew.
- That citadel surrounding,
The angry foreman raves;
Upon that rock resounding,
Dash high the sullen waves. - Yet Lord, in siege laborious,
Though hell itself should rage,
Thou wondrous, thou victorious,
Art known from age to age. - We trust thy conquering power,
Now and in time to be,
The gift of peace to shower,
On those who trust in Thee. - Still, still with light superal,
Those battlement shall gleam,
And Peter’s rock, eternal,
Confront the restless steam.