Text: | Our Lord is risen from the dead |
Author: | C. Wesley |
1 Our Lord is risen from the dead,
Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragged to the portals of the sky.
2 There his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay:
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly 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 our foes o'ercame;
That sin, and death, and hell o'erthrew;
And Jesus is the conqueror's name.
5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay:
Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates!
Ye everlasting doors, give way!
6 Who is the King of glory, who?
The Lord of boundless power possessed;
The King of saints and angels too;
God over all forever blessed.
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First Line: | Our Lord is risen from the dead |
Author: | C. Wesley |
Meter: | L. M. |
Publication Date: | 1873 |
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Topic: | Christ: Resurrection and Ascension; His Ascension and Glory |