Our Lord is risen from the dead
Our Lord is risen from the dead;Our Jesus is gone up on high!A captive host he joyful ledTo the bright portals of the sky.
There his triumphal chariot waits,And angels chant the solemn lay:"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;Ye everlasting doors, give way."
Loose all your bars of golden light,And wide unfold the beauteous scene;He claims these mansions as his right,Receive the King of glory in.
Who is the King of glory? Who?—The Lord, that all our foes o'ercame;The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew;And Jesus is the conqueror's name.
Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,And angels chant the solemn lay:"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;Ye everlasting doors, give way."
Who is this King of glory? Who?—The Lord, of glorious power possessed;The King of saints and angels too;God over all, forever blest.