germany a fold The clouds are backward rolled, Pass through those gates of gold, And reign in light. OUR Lord is risen from the dead, 2 There His triumphal chariot waits, And angels chant the solemn lay:"Lift up your heads, ye heavenly 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 that 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, ye heavenly gates, Ye everlasting doors give way." 6 "Who is this King of glory, who?" "The Lord of glorious power possessed, The King of saints and angels, too: God over all, forever blessed." Charles Wesley 1741 302 O SAVIOUR, who for man hast trod 2 A radiant cloud is now Thy seat, 6 O Christ, our Lord, of Thy dear care Charles Coffin 1736 Tr. by John Chandler 1837 "WHO is this, with garments dyed, This that comes from Edom, Trav'ling thus from Bozrah's side, In the might of freedom?" "I, the Conqueror o'er the grave, I, the mighty One to save!" 2 "Why is Thine apparel red, Stains of blood bespeaking, Why Thy robe as theirs that tread In the wine-press, reeking With the juice of grape, say why Such strange garb of victory?" 3 "I have trodden all alone, This world's wine-press ample, And I wondered of mine own None the foe could trample! Rescue then my vengeance brought, Mine own arm salvation wrought." 4 Yes! Thy secret, Lord, is known, Whence Thy red-dyed raiment! Not Thy foeman's blood-Thine own, Lavished for the payment Of the debt none else could pay, Guilt none else could wash away! There to meet-life's warfare done- Edward Arthur Dayman 1866 |