tr., John Brownlie
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.