Text: | Hosanna to the Prince of Light |
Author: | Watts |
1 Hosanna to the Prince of Light,
That clothed himself in clay,
Entered 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 spoiled our hellish foes.
3 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach his blest abode;
Sweet be the accents of your songs
To our incarnate God.
4 Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise;
Let heaven and all created things
Sound our Immanuel's praise.
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First Line: | Hosanna to the Prince of Light |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | C. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
Topic: | Christ: Resurrection and Ascension; The Prince of Light |