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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,
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.
4 If the day be falling
Sadly as it goes,
Sinking to its close,
Kindling, ere it die,
Light and life Immortal! etc.
5 Morning, noon, and evening,
Whensoe'er it be, Grant us, gracious Spirit,
Quickening life in Thee; Life that gives us, living,
Life of heavenly love, Life that brings us, dying, Life from heaven above. Light and life Immortal! etc. Amen.
206 LITANY, No. 5 184.108.40.206
Arr. by Arthur S. SULLIVAN
d=100) Come to our poor na - ture's night With Thy bless-ed
in - ward light,
Ho - ly Ghost the In - fi- nite, Com - fort - erdi - vine.
4 Our frailties help, our wills control,
Subdue the senses to the soul;
Then lay Thy hand and hold them down.
And peace, the fruit of love bestow;
Protect and guide us on our way.
And practise all that we believe;
Old Latin Hymn. Tr. Anonymous