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C. M.

The resurrection and ascension of Christ.


Hosannah to the Prince of light,

That clothed himself in clay,

Entered the iron gates of death,

And tore the bars away.

Death is no more the king of dread,

Since our Immanuel rose;

He took the tyrant's sting away,

And spoiled our hellish foes.

See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,

And to his Father flies,

With scars of honor in his flesh

And triumph in his eyes.

There our exalted Savior reigns,

And scatters blessings down;

Our Jesus fills the middle seat

Of the celestial throne.

[Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,

To reach his blest abode;

Sweet be the accents of your songs

To our incarnate God.

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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