158. Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates

1 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates,
Behold the King of glory waits;
The King of kings is drawing near,
The Savior of the world is here.
Life and salvation doth He 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, Father, now;
Mighty indeed 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 employ
Adorned with prayer and love and joy,
So shall our Sovereign enter in,
And new and nobler life begin,
To Thee, O God, be praise,
For word, and deed, and grace!

5 Redeemer, come and, I open wide
My heart to Thee; here, Lord, abide:
Let me Thine inner presence feel,
Thy grace and love in me reveal.
Thy Holy Spirit guide us on
Until our glorious goal is won!
Eternal praise and fame
We offer to Thy name!

Text Information
First Line: Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates
Author: G. Wiessel (1642)
Meter: 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 6, 6.
Publication Date: 1913
Topic: The Church Year: First Sunday in Advent
Tune Information
Name: [Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates]
Composer: J. Stobaeus (1634)
Meter: 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 8, 6, 6.
Key: G Major



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