,
The painful toil, the grief, the woe;
The conflict of the cross is past,
And sin and death are slain at last.

III

Now, list the heavenly song begun
By hosts in garments like the sun;
Lift up, lift up your heads, ye gates!
The glorious King an entrance waits.

IV

Ascended Christ! in mercy yet,
Think of the hearts on Olivet,
And in Thy wondrous grace restore
Thy living Presence gone before.

V

And let the Spirit's aid revive
Our waiting souls that faithful strive,
Till from our Olivet we soar,
To dwell with Thee for evermore.

{arate pylas.}

I

Lift up the gates,
The Lord of heaven appears;
Thrust wide the doors,
The King of glory nears;
The throne is His Whose arm of might
O'erthrew the tyrant in the fight.

II

Lift up the gates,--
The gates of hades fell;
Thrust wide the doors,
He burst the doors of hell,
And prisoners in the dark abode,
Exulting, hailed the Son of God.

III

Lift up the gates,--
No power His might can meet;
Thrust wide the doors,
The foe is at His feet;
The path is cleared, the prize is won,
Enter, Thou all-victorious Son.

IV

Lift up the gates,--
They come who welcome win;
Thrust wide the doors,
And let His followers in;
They come from toil and conflict long,
Ten thousand times ten thousand strong.

V

Lift up the gates,--
Still valiant deeds are done;
Thrust wide the doors,
For laurels yet are won;
And when the victor sheathes his sword,
Receive the follower of his Lord.

I

Borne on the wings of light,
Behold the Lord ascend,
Up to the portals bright
Where heavenly powers attend,
And fling the gates of glory wide,
While praises rise like flowing tide.

II

Back to the Father's bliss
From war and strife below,
From toil and loneliness
'Mid scenes of sin and woe;--
Loud plaudits hail the Victor now,
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