Hymn for Ascension Day

Wesley, Charles. Hymns for Ascension Day 

(London: Strahan, 1753).

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 honour in His flesh, 

And triumphs in His eyes. 

There our exalted Saviour reigns, 

And scatters blessings down; 

Our Jesus fills the middle seat 

Of the celestial throne. 

Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, 

To reach His blessed abode; 

Sweet be the accents of your songs,

To our incarnate God.

Bright angels, strike your loudest strings, 

Your sweetest voices raise; 

Let heaven and all created things 

Sound our Immanuel's praise.