1 Our Lord is risen from the dead;
Our Jesus is gone up on high;
The pow'rs of hell are captive led--
Dragged to the portals of the sky.

2 There His triumphal chariot waits,
And angels chant 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 ethereal scene;
He claims these mansions as His right:
Receive the King of glory in.

4 "Who is this King of glory, who?"
The Lord who all His foes o'ercame,
The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew;
And Jesus is the Conqu'ror’s name.