2 There His triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant 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 ethereal scene; He claims these mansions as His right; Receive the King of glory in." + "Who is this 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 triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay:"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates, Ye everlasting doors, give way." 6 "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.' 218 " Rev. Charles Wesley, 1743. Ab "He lives." BETHABARA. 8.7.D. HENRY SMART (1812-1879), I. ALLE - LU IA! Al- le luia! Hearts to Heav'n and voi ces raise; Sing to God a hymn of gladness, Sing to God a hymn of praise: He who on the cross a victim For the world's sal va tion bled, Jesus Christ, the King of glo- ry, Now is risen from the dead. 219 "He is risen, as He said." MATT. xxviii. 6. 2 Now the iron bars are broken, Christ from death to life is born, Glorious life, and life immortal, On this holy Easter morn: 3 Christ is risen, Christ the first-fruits 4 Christ is risen, we are risen! 5 Alleluia! Alleluia! Glory be to God on high, To the Triune Majesty. Bp. Christopher Wordsworth (1807-1885), 1865 Mounting in Triumph. 2 Who is this that comes in glory, He who from the grave arose, 3 Thou hast raised our human nature Man with God is on the throne, 4 Lift us up from earth to Heaven, Give us wings of faith and love, Gales of holy aspiration Wafting us to realms above; That, with hearts and minds uplifted, We with Christ our Lord may dwell, Where He sits enthroned in glory In the heavenly citadel. 5 So at last, when He appeareth, We from out our graves may spring, With our youth renewed like eagles', Flocking round our heavenly King, Caught up on the clouds of Heaven, And may meet Him in the air, Rise to realms where He is reigning, And may reign forever there. Bp. Christopher Wordsworth, 1862. Ab |