1 Our Lord is risen from the dead,
Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.
2 There his triumphal chariot waits
And angels chaunt the solemn lay;
"Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates!
Ye everlasting doors, give way!"
3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radiant scene;
He claims those mansions as his right,
Receive the King of glory in.
4 "Who is the King of glory, who?"
The Lord that all his foes o'ercame,
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew,
And Jesus is the conq'ror's name.
5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chaunt the solemn lay,
"Lift up your heads, he heav'nly gates!
Ye everlasting doors, give way!"
6 "Who is the King of glory, who?"
The Lord of boundless pow'r possest,
The king of saints and angels too,
God over all, forever blest!
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First Line: | Our Lord is risen from the dead |
Title: | The Heavens receive the Body of Jesus |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
Scripture: | ; ; |
Topic: | The Ascension of the King of Glory, leading Captivity Captive |
Source: | Wesley's Coll. |
Notes: | Public Domain. |