Hymns and Tunes 1876 345
OUR Lord is risen from the dead
1OUR Lord is risen from the dead; Our Jesus is gone up on high! A captive host he led captive To the bright portals of the sky.
2There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way.
3Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the beauteous scene; He claims these mansions as his right; Receive the King of glory in.
4Lo! His triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way.
5Who is this King of glory? Who? The Lord, of glorious power possessed; The King of saints and angels too; God over all, forever blest.
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