Wide, ye heavenly gates, unfold,
Closed no more by death and sin:
Lo! the conquering Lord behold,
Let the King of glory in.
Hark! the angelic host inquire,
Who is he the almighty King?
Hark, again, the answering choir,
Thus in songs of triumph sing.
He, whose powerful arm alone,
On his foes destruction hurled;
He who hath the victory won,
He who saved a ruined world;—
He, who God's pure law fulfilled,
Jesus, the incarnate Word;
He, whose truth with blood was sealed;
He is heaven's all glorious Lord.
|First Line:||Wide, ye heavenly gates, unfold|
|Title:||Wide, ye heavenly gates, unfold|