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See the King of kings ascending

I See the King of kings ascending To His throne of power again; Who in humble garb descending, Came to dwell with lowly men.

II Glad the angel hosts adoring Fling the golden gates aside; Mortals, view the Victor soaring, Heaven receives the Lord with pride.

III Strike your harps, ye choirs supernal; Lift your songs of welcome now; For, behold your King eternal Comes with laurels on His brow.

IV Gone the sorrow and the sighing; All the anguish and the pain; Gone the weakness and the dying,— Choirs immortal, raise the strain;

V Hallelujah! endless glory To the King of Glory give; Mortals, heed the gladsome story, Christ is risen, and thou may'st live.