XXXI. Christ's Ascension

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 triumphant chariot waits,
And angels chaunt the solemn lay;
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates!
"Ye everlasting doors, give way!"

3 Loose all your bars of massy light,
And wide unfold the radient 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 Conqueror's name.

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

6 "Who is the King of Glory, who?"
The Lord of boundless power possest,
The King of Saints and Angels too,
God over all, for ever blest!

Text Information
First Line: Our Lord is risen from the dead
Title: Christ's Ascension
Meter: L. M.
Language: English
Publication Date: 1793
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Topic: Son
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