Lift up your heads, ye gates! and wide
Your everlasting doors display;
Ye angel-guards, like flames divide
And give the King of Glory way.
Who is the King of Glory?--He,
The Lord, omnipotent to save;
Whose own right arm, in victory
Led captive death, and spoil'd the grave.
Lift up your heads, ye gates! and high
Your everlasting portals heave;
Welcome the King of Glory nigh;
Him must the heaven of heavens receive.
Who is the King of Glory?--who?
The Lord of Hosts;-behold His name;
The kingdom, power, aad honour due,
Yield Him, ye saints! with glad acclaim.
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