1 Hosanna to our conqu'ring King,
The Prince of Darkness flies;
His Troops rush headlong down to Jell,
Like Lightning from the Skies.

2 There, bound in Chains, the Lions roar,
And fright the rescu'd Sheep;
But heavy Bars confine their Pow'r
And Malice to the Deep.

3 Hosanna to our conqu'ring King,
All hail incarnate Love!
Ten Thousand Songs and Glories wait
To crown thy Head above.

4 Thy Vict'ries and thy deathless Fame,
Through the wide World shall run,
And everlasting Ages sing
The Triumphs thou hast won.