1. Hosanna to the Prince of Light That clothes 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. See how the Conqueror mounts aloft, And to His Father flies. With scars of honor in His flesh, And triumph in His eyes. 4. Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach His blest abode; Sweet be the accents of your songs To our incarnate God. 5. Bright angels, strike your loudest strings Your sweetest voices raise; Let heav'n and all created things Sound our Immanuel's praise.
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