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!
2
The
Lord is just, a helper tried
Mercy
is ever at His side;
His
kingly crown is holiness,
His
scepter, pity in distress.
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!
4
Fling
wide the portals of your heart;
Make
it a temple, set apart
From
earthly use for happy homes,
To
whom this King in triumph comes!
5
Redeemer,
come, I open wide
My
hearts to Thee here, Lord abide.
Let
us Thy inner presence feel;
Thy
grace and love in me reveal.