1.Our Lord is risen from the dead; Our Jesus is gone up on high! A captive host He joyful led, To the bright 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 golden light, And wide unfold the beauteous scene; He claims these mansions as His right, Receive the King of glory in. 4.Who is this 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. 5.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.