To the Lord belongs the earth.
To the Lord belongs the earth.
And everything that is in it.
And everything that is in it.
The world and all its peoples.
Gates, lift up your heads.
Raise your arches,
raise them higher,
let the King of glory enter,
the King of glory.
Who shall climb the mountain of the Lord?
Who shall enter his Holy Place?
He whose hands are clean
and whose heart is pure.
He whose hands are clean
and whose heart is pure,
who does not turn his soul to vanity,
to vanity.
And we are his Church,
And we are his Church,
that today is coming to your presence,
that today is coming to your presence,
that is seeking your face, O God of Jacob,
O God of Jacob.
Gates, lift up your heads…
Who is this King of Glory?
Who is this King of Glory?
The Lord, the strong and the mighty,
The Lord, the strong and the mighty,
the Lord, mighty in battle,
mighty in battle.
He is the Lord of hosts,
He is the Lord of hosts,
He is the King, the King of Glory,
the King of Glory.
Gates, lift up your heads…

To the paschal victim
we offer today the sacrifice of praise.
The flock is ransomed by the Lamb,
the Innocent has reconciled us sinners to the Father.
Death and life contended
in mighty battle,
the Lord of life was slain,
yet he lives to reign.
Tell us Mary: what did you see upon the way?
The tomb of the Lord empty,
the glory of Christ as he rose,
the angels, the shroud and grave clothes.
For Christ my hope is risen:
he goes before us into Galilee.
He goes before us into Galilee.
Yes, we are sure: Christ is truly risen!
Yes, we are sure: Christ is truly risen!
He goes before us into Galilee.
He goes before us into Galilee.
To the paschal victim…
You, victorious King, give us your salvation!

I see the heavens open
and a white horse;
he who rides it wears a cloak
soaked in blood, soaked in blood.
His eyes,
flames of fire:
in his mouth there is a sword,
to strike, to strike.
What is his Name?
What is his Name?
His Name is,
his Name is
'Word of God.'
I see a beast
and a prophet,
gather together,
for a battle, for a battle
against him
who rides the horse
and wears a cloak
soaked in blood, soaked in blood.
He alone treads the winepress
of the furious wrath of God.
He alone treads the winepress,
of the furious wrath of God.
Behold, the beast is captured,
and with it his prophet,
by him who rides the horse
and wears a cloak soaked in blood.
Alleluia, alleluia,
alleluia, alleluia,
alleluia, alleluia,
Alleluia!
What is his Name?…