1 LIFT up your heads, ye mighty gates!
Behold the King of glory waits;
The King of kings is drawing near,
The Saviour of the world is here;
Life and salvation He doth bring,
Wherefore rejoice, and gladly sing:
We praise Thee, Father, now,
Creator, wise art Thou!
2 The Lord is just, a Helper tried,
Mercy is ever at His side,
His kingly crown is holiness,
His scepter, pity in distress,
The end of all our woe He brings;
Therefore the earth is glad and sings:
We praise Thee, Saviour, now,
Mighty in deed art Thou!
3 O blest the land, the city blest,
Where Christ the Ruler is confessed!
O happy hearts and happy homes
To whom this King in triumph comes!
The cloudless Sun of joy He is,
Who bringeth pure delight and bliss
O Comforter divine,
What boundless grace is Thine!
4 Fling wide the portals of your heart;
Make it a temple set apart
From earthly use for heaven's supply,
Adorned with prayer, and love, and joy;
So shall your Sovereign enter in,
And new and nobler life begin;
To Thee, O God, be praise,
For word, and deed, and grace!
5 Redeemer, come! I open wide
My heart to Thee; here, Lord, abide!
Let me Thy inner presence feel,
Thy grace and love in me reveal;
Thy Holy Spirit guide us on,
Until our glorious goal be won!
Eternal praise and fame
We offer to Thy name.
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First Line: | Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates |
Meter: | 7, 6. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1893 |
Topic: | Advent and Christmas |
Notes: | C. Winkworth, Tr. a.; German: Macht hoch die Thuer, die Thor' macht weit - G. Weissel, 1633 |