That life of truth, those deeds of love,
That death of pain ’mid hate and scorn,
These all are past, and now above
He reigns our King, once crowned with thorn.
Lift up your heads, ye heav’nly gates,
So sang His hosts, unheard by men;
Lift up your heads, for you He waits,
We lift them up! Amen, Amen.