John Brownlie (trans.) · 47 of 99

47: See the King of kings ascending

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

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

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

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

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