See the King of kings ascending
To His throne of power again;
Who in humble garb descending,
Came to dwell with lowly men.
Glad the angel hosts adoring
Fling the golden gates aside;
Mortals, view the Victor soaring,
Heaven receives the Lord with pride.
Strike your harps, ye choirs supernal;
Lift your songs of welcome now;
For behold, your King eternal
Comes with laurels on His brow.
Gone the sorrow and the sighing,
All the anguish and the pain;
Gone the weakness and the dying--
Choirs immortal, raise the strain:
Hallelujah! endless glory
To the King of Glory give;
Mortals, heed the gladsome story,
Christ is risen, and thou may'st live!