Of twofold natures, CHRIST, the Giver
Of immortality and love,
Ascendeth to the FATHER’s glory,
Ascendeth to the Throne above:
Wherefore He, this glorious morn,
Be by all adored:
Thou That liftest up our horn,
Holy art Thou, LORD!

Slaves are set free, and captives ransomed:
The Nature that He made at first
He now presenteth to the FATHER,
The chains of her damnation burst:
This the cause that He was born,
Adam’s race restored:
Thou That liftest up our horn,
Holy art Thou, LORD!

Emptied awhile of all His brightness,
He entered thus the glorious fight;
O’erthrew the foe, mankind exalted
Far above every Pow’r and Might:
Therefore bare He pains and scorn,
Calvary’s heart-blood poured:—
Thou That liftest up our horn,
Holy art Thou, LORD!

Praising the LORD they stood, the Martyr Three,
Untouched amidst the fire, and wholly free:
With them associate, let the world’s wide frame
To Him Whose healing dew restrained the flame,
Send up the hymn of praise, and magnify His Name!