Psalms, Hymns and Spiritual Songs ‎#CLXVII

CLXVII. Praise

1 Hosanna 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 conq'ror mounts aloft,
And to his Father flies,
With scars of honuor in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes.

4 There our exalted Savior reigns,
And scatters blessings down;
Our Jesus fills the middle seat
Of the celestial throne.

5 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach his blest 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 Immanuel's praise.

Text Information

• First Line: Hosanna to the Prince of light
• Title: Praise
• Author: Watts
• Meter: C. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1792
• Scripture:
  Psalm 30:4-5
  ;
  Psalm 48:1
  ;
  Psalm 66:8-9
• Topic: The Resurrection of Christ, who arose for our Justification

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