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!