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OUR Lord is rien from the Dead, Jeus is gone up on high, The Pow'rs of Hell are captive led Dragg'd to the Portals of the ky.

There his thriumphal Chariot waits, And Angels chaunt the olemn lay, Lift up your heads ye Heav'nly Gates, Ye everlating Doors give way,

Looe your bars of may Light, And wide unfold the 'therial cene; He claims thee Manions as his Right; Receive the King of Glory in.

Looe your bars of may Light, &c.

Who is the King of Glory? who? The Lord, that all his Foes o'ercame, The World, Sin, Death, and Hell o'erthrew, And Jeus is the Conqueror's Name.

Lo! his triumphal Chariot waits, And Angels chaunt the olemn lay, Lift up your Heads ye Heav'nly Gates, Ye everlating Doors give way.

Who is the King of Glory? who? The Lord of glorious Pow'r poet, The King of Saints and Angels, too, God over all for ever blet.