On This Glorious Easter Morning

1 On this glorious Easter morning,
Robbing death of all its sting,
Shattering Satan’s gloomy empire,
Rose our prophet, priest and king;
Rose the Son of God triumphant,
Conqueror over death and sin,
Lift your heads, ye heavenly portals,
Let the King of Glory in!

2 He who left His Father’s glory,
He who stooped from Heav’n most high,
Lived as man on earth―and suffered,
Died―that man no more should die,
Now returns, a mighty victor,
Conqueror over death and sin,
Lift your heads, ye heavenly portals,
Let the King of Glory in!

3 Christians! this glad Easter morning
Tells of light, and life, and love:
Tells us somewhat of the yearning
Felt for man in Heav’n above;
Tells how Jesus rose triumphant
Conqueror over death and sin;
How the everlasting portals
Oped to let their monarch in!

4 Tells us, too, the joyful tidings,
That where He is, we shall be;
And that we, too, shall be like Him,
When we Him in glory see.
Like Him, vanquishers of Satan,
Conquerors over death and sin,
Lift your heads, ye heavenly portals,
Let the ransomed servants in!

Source: The Cyber Hymnal #9870

• MIDI file from The Cyber Hymnal #9870