Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Mighty Gates

Verse 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.

Verse 2

The Lord is just, a Helper tried;
Mercy is ever at His side;
His kingly crown is holiness,
His sceptre, pity in distress.

Verse 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!

Verse 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.

Verse 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.

Verse 6

So come, my Sovereign; enter in,
Let new and nobler life begin;
Thy Holy Spirit guide us on
Until our glorious goal is won.