8,7,8,7 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! |