| Our Risen Conqueror |
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| Written by Joel Becker |
| Sunday, 24 April 2011 19:49 |
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Words by Isaac Watts Music by Joel Becker I found these words by Isaac Watts this afternoon and wrote music for them, then sang the song in church this evening. It's truths like this that energize a person to produce quickly! It's a Spirit-enabling. (This is a somewhat rough recording, but this being Resurrection Sunday, I wanted to share this song now.) 1 Hosanna to the Prince of Light, That cloth'd himself in clay, Enter'd 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 spoil'd our hellish foes. 2 See how the Conqueror mounts aloft, And to his Father flies, With scars of honour in his flesh, And triumph in his eyes. There our exalted Saviour reigns, And scatters blessings down, Our Jesus fills the middle seat Of the celestial throne. 3 Raise your devotion, mortal tongues, To reach his bless'd 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. |
| Last Updated on Sunday, 23 October 2011 07:48 |
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Choral & Vocal Our Risen Conqueror
Choral & Vocal Our Risen Conqueror
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