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O PRAISE the risen Prince of Light,
   Who, clothed in human clay,
Entered into the gates of death,
    And tore those bars away!
 
2  Death is no more the king of fear
    Since our Emmanuel rose;
He took the tyrantís sting away,
    And banished all its woes.
 
3  See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,
    And to His Father flies,
With scars of honour in His flesh,
    And triumph in His eyes.
 
4  There our exalted Saviour reigns,
    And pours His blessings down;
His triumph well rewards His pains,
    And bids Him wear the crown.
 
5  Angels and saints in wonder join,
    Their sweetest voices raise;
Let Heaven above and earth below
    Sound our Emmanuelís praise.
 
Isaac Watts, 1674-1748