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.

There His triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant the solemn lay:
"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates;
Ye everlasting doors, give way."

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.

Who is the King of glory? Who?
The Lord, that all our foes o'er came;
The world, sin, death, and hell o'er threw;
And Jesus is the conqueror's name.

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.