4 Now blesséd for ever is made, And life has rewarded his pain, Now glory has crownéd his head; Heaven sings of the Lamb that was slain. 3 Believing, we share in his joy; By faith, we partake in his rest; With this we can cheerfully die, For with him we hope to be blest. THE ASCENSION. 195 L. M. Lift up your heads, ye gates. Psalm 24:7. 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. 2 There his triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay; Lift up your heads, you heavenly gates! You everlasting doors give way! 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! 4 Who is the King of glory?—Who? The Lord, who 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, you heavenly gates! You everlasting doors, give way! 6 Who is the King of glory?—who? The Lord, of boundless might possessed, The King of saints and angels too, Lord over all, for ever blest. 196 L. M. The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory. Psalm 24. Lift up your heads, ye gates! and wide Your everlasting doors display; Ye angel-guards, like flames divide, And give the King of glory way. 2 Who is the King of glory?—he, The Lord omnipotent to save; Whose own right arm, in victory, Led captive death, and spoiled the grave. 3 Lift up your heads, ye gates! and high Your everlasting portals heave; Welcome the King of glory nigh: Him must the heaven of heavens receive. 4 Who is the King of glory—who? The Lord of hosts; behold his name! The kingdom, power, and honor due, Yield him, ye saints, with glad acclaim! 197 C. M, Psalm 24. Lift up your stately heads, ye doors, With hasty reverence rise, Ye everlasting doors that guard The passage to the skies. Chorus.—For see, for see The King of glory comes, The King of glory comes Along the eternal road. 2 Swift from your golden hinges leap, Your barriers roll away, And throw your blazing portals wide, And burst the gates of day. 198 C. M. Received up into glory. 1 Tim. 3:16.