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1 Hosannas to the Prince of light,
That cloth'd himself in clay;
Enter'd the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away!
2 Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoil'd our hellish foes.
3 See how the Conqu'ror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,
With scars of honor in his flesh
And triumph in his eyes.
4 There our exalted Saviour reigns,
And scatters blessings down;
Our Jesus fills the middle seat
Of the celestial throne.
[5 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach his bless'd abode;
Sweet be the accents of your songs
To our incarnate God.
6 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise;
Let heav'n and all created things
Sound our Emmanuel's praise.]
| Text Information | |
|---|---|
| First Line: | Hosannas to the Prince of light |
| Title: | The resurrection and ascension of Christ |
| Meter: | C. M. |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1799 |
| Topic: | Christ: His ascension; Christ: His resurrection |
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