The Heavens Receive the Body of Jesus

Verse 1

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

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

Loose all your bars of massy light, And wide unfold the radiant scene; He claims those mansions as His right; Receive the King of glory in.

Verse 4

Who is the King of glory, who? The Lord of glorious pow'r possessed, The King of saints and angels too, God over all, forever blessed.