Our Lord is risen from the dead
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Our Lord is risen from the dead; Our Jesus is gone up on high; The powers of hell are captive led, Dragged to the portals of the sky. There his triumphant 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 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 our foes o'ercame, The world, sin, death and hell o'erthrew: And Jesus is the Conqueror's name. |
Surrexit Orco Dominus; elatus Jesus est supra; it vinctus inferum chorus et tractus est sub aethera. Victrices exspectant rotae, en! angelorum cantica: Caelorum porta, pandere! Aeterna cede ianua! Ut aether hic appareat, laxate claustra luminis, et Rex introrsus veniat; hic iure enim locatur is. Scitisne Rex quis ille sit? Nostrorum victor hostium: is dira cuncta subdidit; Jesumque nominant eum. |