The Resurrection of Christ

Verse 1

Hosanna to the Prince of Light, That clothed himself in clay, Entered the iron gates of death, And tore the bars away.

Verse 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.

Verse 3

Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his blest abode; Sweet be the accents of your songs To our incarnate God.

Verse 4

Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, Your sweetest voices raise; Let heaven and all created things Sound our Immanuel's praise.