CLXX. The Heavens receive the Body of Jesus

1 Our Lord is risen from the dead,
Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The powers of hell are captive led,
Dragg'd to the portals of the sky.

2 There his triumphal chariot waits
And angels chaunt the solemn lay;
"Lift up your heads, ye heav'nly gates!
Ye 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 that all his foes o'ercame,
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew,
And Jesus is the conq'ror's name.

5 Lo! his triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chaunt the solemn lay,
"Lift up your heads, he heav'nly gates!
Ye everlasting doors, give way!"

6 "Who is the King of glory, who?"
The Lord of boundless pow'r possest,
The king of saints and angels too,
God over all, forever blest!

Text Information
First Line: Our Lord is risen from the dead
Title: The Heavens receive the Body of Jesus
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1792
Scripture: ; ;
Topic: The Ascension of the King of Glory, leading Captivity Captive
Source: Wesley's Coll.
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