"Lift up your heads, ye heaven- ly gates; Ye ever-last- ing doors,give way!" A-men. 2 "Loose all your bars of massy light, "The Lord, that all our foes o'ercame; The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew; And Jesus is the Conqueror's name." 3 Lo, his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay: "Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates; Ye everlasting doors, give way!" "Who is the King of glory? Who?" "The Lord, of glorious power possessed; The King of saints and angels too; God over all, forever blest!" CHARLES WESLEY 160 HYMN OF JOY 8s. 75. D. From LUDWIG VAN BEETHOVEN 1. Sing with all the sons of glo- ry, Sing the res - ur - rec-tion song!Death and sor-row, 4 earth's dark story, To the former days belong:All around the clouds are breaking, Soon the storms of time shall cease, In God's likeness,man a-wak-ing, Knows the ev - er - last-ing peace. A - MEN. 1. Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise Into thy na-tive skies; As-sume thy right; And where in many a fold The clouds are backward rolled, Pass through those gates of gold,And reign in light. A - MEN. 1. Hail the day that sees Him rise, Ravished from our wish-ful eyes! Christ, a-while to mor-tals given, Re-as-cends his na-tive heaven, Re - ascends his na tive heaven. A-MEN. There the pompous triumph waits: 3 Circled round with angel powers, 1221 4 Him though highest heaven receives, 5 Saviour, parted from our sight, CHARLES WESLEY |