Hosanna 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.

Hosanna to our con­quer­ing king!
All hail, in­car­nate Love!
Ten thou­sand songs and glo­ries wait
To crown Thy head above.

Thy vic­to­ries and death­less fame
Throughout the world shall run,
And ev­er­last­ing ag­es sing
The tri­umphs Thou hast won.