CII. Our Lord is risen from the dead

1 Our Lord is risen from the dead;
Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The pow'rs of hell are captive led,
Drag'd to the portals of the sky.

2 There his triumphant 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 conqueror's name.

5 Lo, his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chaunt the solemn lay,
Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates!
Ye everlasting doors, give way.

6 Who is the King of glory? who?
The Lord of boundless pow'r possess'd,
The King of saints and angels too,
God over all, forever blest.

Text Information
First Line: Our Lord is risen from the dead
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1816
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