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.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #213
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|The Cyber Hymnal #2553||Hosannah to the Prince of Light||Hosannah to the Prince of light||ALL SAINTS||Isaac Watts||CMD||<cite>Hymns and Spiritual Songs</cite> 1707-9, Book II, number 76|