2 There His triumphal chariot waits, The world, sin, death, and hell o'erthrew;

And angels chant the solemn lay; And Jesus is the Conqueror's name. “Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates," 5 Lo! His triumphal chariot waits, Ye everlasting doors, give way!

And angels chant the solemn lay; 3 Loose all your bars of massy light, “Lift up your heads, ye heavenly gates,"

And wide unfold the radiant scene; Ye everlasting doors, give way! He claims those mansions as His right; 6 Who is the King of glory, Who? Receive the King of glory in.

• The Lord of glorious power possessed, 4 Who is the King of glory, Who?

The Kings of saints and angels too,
The Lord who all His foes o'ercame; God, over all, forever blessed. Amen.

CHARLES WESLEY

The Head, that once was crown'd with thorns, Is crown'd with glo - ry now;

From its pri - mal sleep; Ho-ly Spir-it, breathing Breath of life di - vine,

Breathe in-to our spir-its, Blending them with Thine. Light and life Im-mor-tal!

Hear us as we raise Hearts, as well as voic-es, Mingling pray’r and praise. A-men.

d=100) Come to our poor na - ture's night With Thy bless-ed

Ho - ly Ghost the In - fi- nite, Com - fort - erdi - vine.

4 Our frailties help, our wills control,

Subdue the senses to the soul;
And when rebellious they are grown,

Then lay Thy hand and hold them down.
5 Chase from our mind the infernal foe,

And peace, the fruit of love bestow;
And lest our feet should step astray,

Protect and guide us on our way.
6 Make us eternal truth receive,

And practise all that we believe;
Give us Thyself, that we may see
The Father and the Son by Thee. Amen.

Old Latin Hymn. Tr. Anonymous