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Verse 1
Hosanna to our conquering King!
The prince of darkness flies,
His troops rush headlong down to hell
Like lightning from the skies.
Verse 2
There, bound in chains, the lions roar,
And fright the rescu’d sheep,
But heavy bars confine their power
And malice to the deep.
Verse 3
Hosanna to our conquering King,
All hail, incarnate love!
Ten thousand songs and glories wait
To crown thy head above.
Verse 4
Thy victories and thy deathless fame
Thro’ the wide world shall run,
And everlasting ages sing
The triumphs thou hast won.
Isaac Watts, “Hosanna to Our Conquering King!”