8.7.8.7

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.