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.