Old-Line Primitive Baptist Hymn and Tune Book

Hymn #106: Hosanna To The Prince Of Light

Hymn #105 Hymn #107


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106 (C.M.) Isaac Watts

Hosanna 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.

Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,

To reach His blest abode;

Sweet be the accents of your songs

To our incarnate God.

Ye saints above, your loudest strains,

Your sweetest voices raise;

Let heav'n and all created things

Sound our Immanuel's praise.

Hymn #105 Hymn #107