Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Mighty Gates

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.

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

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!

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.

Redeemer, come: I open wide
My hearts to Thee; here, Lord, abide.
Let me Thy inner presence feel;
Thy grace and love in me reveal.

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

accesses. Updated 5/25/02