O Swing the Gates Wide Open

O swing the gates wide op­en

Ye an­gels fair and bright

The King of glo­ry com­eth

Triumphant in His might.

Sing glo­ry

hal­le­lu­jah

The night of death is past;

The re­sur­rect­ion morn­ing

Has dawned on us at last.

Sing glo­ry

hal­le­lu­jah

The night of death is past;

The re­sur­rect­ion morn­ing

Has dawned on us at last.

Praise God! Sing hal­le­lu­jah!

The stone is rolled away;

Beyond the tomb is shin­ing

Hope’s glad eter­nal day.

O swing the gates wide op­en

Our long­ing eyes would see

The Christ who lives in Heav­en

To plead for you and me.

With songs of ad­or­ation

We haste to greet our king

While thro’ the streets so gold­en

Loud hal­le­lu­jahs ring.