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.

2 There his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay;

Lift up your heads, you heavenly gates!

You everlasting doors give way!

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,

And wide unfold the radiant scene!

He claims those mansions as his right—

Receive the King of glory in!

4 Who is the King of glory?—Who?

The Lord, who all his foes o’ercame;

The world, sin, death, and hell o’erthrew,

And Jesus is the conqueror’s name.

5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,

And angels chant the solemn lay:

Lift up your heads, you heavenly gates!

You everlasting doors, give way!

6 Who is the King of glory?—who?

The Lord, of boundless might possessed,

The King of saints and angels too,

Lord over all, for ever blest.

Lift up your heads, ye gates! and wide

Your everlasting doors display;

Ye angel-guards, like flames divide,

And give the King of glory way.

2 Who is the King of glory?—he,

The Lord omnipotent to save;

Whose own right arm, in victory,

Led captive death, and spoiled the grave.

Lift up your stately heads, ye doors,

With hasty reverence rise,

Ye everlasting doors that guard

The passage to the skies.

Chorus.—For see, for see

The King of glory comes,

The King of glory comes

Along the eternal road.

2 Swift from your golden hinges leap,

Your barriers roll away,

And throw your blazing portals wide,

And burst the gates of day.

Triumphant, Christ ascends on high,

The glorious work complete;

Sin, death, and hell, now vanquished lie

Beneath his awful feet.

2 There, with eternal glory crowned,

The Lord, the Conqueror reigns;

His praise the heavenly choirs resound,

In their immortal strains.

3 Amid the splendors of his throne,

Unchanging love appears;

The names he purchased for his own,

Still on his heart he bears.

Arise, ye people, and adore,

Exulting strike the chord;

Let all the earth, from shore to shore,

Confess th’ almighty Lord.

2 Glad shouts aloud—wide echoing round,

Th’ ascending Lord proclaim;

The angelic choir respond the sound,

And shake creation’s frame.

3 They sing of death and hell o’erthrown

In that triumphant hour;

And God exalts his conquering Son

To his right hand of power.

4 O shout, ye people, and adore,

Exulting strike the chord;

Let all the earth, from shore to shore,

Confess th’ almighty Lord.

Thou, who didst stoop below

To drain the cup of woe,

And wear the form of frail mortality,

Thy blessÉd labors done,

Thy crown of victory won,

Hast passed from earth—passed to thy home on high.

Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise

Into thy native skies—

Assume thy right;

And where in many a fold,

The clouds are backward rolled—

Pass through those gates of gold,

And reign in light!

2 Victor o’er death and hell!

Cherubic legions swell

The radiant train;

Praises all heaven inspire,

Each angel sweeps his lyre,

And waves his wings of fire,

Thou Lamb once slain!

Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring

To my raptured vision

All the ecstatic joys that spring

Round the bright elysian;

Lo! we lift our longing eyes!

Break, ye intervening skies!

Sons of righteousness, arise,

Ope the gates of paradise.

2 Floods of everlasting light

Freely flash before him;

Myriads, with supreme delight,

Instantly adore him

Angelic trumps resound his fame;

Lutes of lucid gold proclaim

All the music of his name;

Heaven resounding with the theme.

3 Hark! the thrilling symphonies

Seem, methinks, to seize us;

Join we too the holy lays—

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!