Song parody of
Hymn to Christ the King
by Sarah Hart
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Oh, we were wand'ring in the dark
we had lost our hope and way.
And we were restless in our hearts
how we needed to be saved.
And so to rescue all your own
you sent to us your only son.
A light to fall, a peace to bring:
the coming of our Christ, the King.
The Word made flesh, the light from light,
a cry that pierced our endless noise.
A child to speak into our pain,
restoring unto us our joy.
To teach our hearts and heal our wounds,
replace our doubt with heaven's truth.
The broken, healed, the lost, redeemed:
the beauty of our Christ, the King.
Though heaven's glory he had shown,
all our praises turned to scorn.
The gift of mercy that he gave,
we returned with cross and thorn.
Yet to the end he loved us still,
surrendered to the Father's will.
Forgiveness was his offering:
the mercy of our Christ, the King.
And though they laid him in the tomb,
in the silence of the grave
no stone could keep the love of God
from the ones he came to save.
And so in pow'r and radiant light
he vanquished death and rose to life.
Now with the heavens I shall sing
the glory of our Christ, the King.
Oh, we were wand'ring in the dark
we had lost our hope and way.
And we were restless in our hearts
how we needed to be saved.
And so to rescue all your own
you sent to us your only son.
A light to fall, a peace to bring:
the coming of our Christ, the King.
The Word made flesh, the light from light,
a cry that pierced our endless noise.
A child to speak into our pain,
restoring unto us our joy.
To teach our hearts and heal our wounds,
replace our doubt with heaven's truth.
The broken, healed, the lost, redeemed:
the beauty of our Christ, the King.
Though heaven's glory he had shown,
all our praises turned to scorn.
The gift of mercy that he gave,
we returned with cross and thorn.
Yet to the end he loved us still,
surrendered to the Father's will.
Forgiveness was his offering:
the mercy of our Christ, the King.
And though they laid him in the tomb,
in the silence of the grave
no stone could keep the love of God
from the ones he came to save.
And so in pow'r and radiant light
he vanquished death and rose to life.
Now with the heavens I shall sing
the glory of our Christ, the King.
