Our Lord is risen from the dead

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.
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 massy light,
And wide unfold th' ethereal 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 the King of Glory? Who?
The Lord, of glorious power possessed;
The King of saints and angels too,
God over all, forever blest.