| Open wide the gate of heaven, Let the glorious Victor in, 50 For to Him alone 'tis given, Who hath quelled the boast of sin-- To ascend the azure height, Girt with an all-conquering might. | | Night and darkness flew before Him, Sin and death before Him fell; Angel hosts in bliss, adore Him! Who hath spoiled the depths of hell, And ascends the azure height, Girt with an all-conquering might. | | Ah, the mocking and deriding, Ah, the Cross on which He hung, And the night, God's presence hiding, While the darts of hell were flung,-- Now He mounts the azure height, Girt with an all-conquering might. | | Hail Him now, His task completed, All He strove for man to win; Victor, Who the foe defeated-- Death, and hell, and vaunting sin, For He mounts the azure height, Girt with an all-conquering might. | | Jesus, Lord of life undying! From the throne where Thou art set, Heed Thy followers who are sighing, But can ne'er Thy love forget, And beyond the azure height, Raise them by Thy saving might, | |