HYMN 89 Christ's victory over Satan.

Christ's victory over Satan.

Hosannah to our conquering King!

The prince of darkness flies;

His troops rush headlong down to hell,

Like lightning from the skies.

There, bound in chains, the lions roar,

And fright the rescued sheep;

But heavy bars confine their power

And malice to the deep.

Hosannah to our conquering King!

All hail, incarnate love!

Ten thousand songs and glories wait

To crown thy head above.

Thy victories and thy deathless fame

Through the wide world shall run,

And everlasting ages sing

The triumphs thou hast won.