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!
2 O blest the land, the city blest,
where Christ the Ruler is confess'd!
O happy hearts and happy homes
to whom this King in triumph comes!
3 Fling wide the portals of your heart;
make it a temple, set apart
from earthly use for heav'n's employ,
adorned with prayer and love and joy.
4 Redeemer, come! We open wide
our hearts to thee; here, Lord abide!
Let us thy inner presence feel;
thy grace and love in us reveal.
5 Thy Holy Spirit lead us on
until our glorious goal is won;
eternal praise, eternal fame
be offered, Savior, to thy name!
|First Line:||Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates|
|Title:||Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Mighty Gates|
|Translator:||Catherine Winkworth (1862, alt.)|
|Scripture:||Psalm 24:7; Psalm 144:15|
|Source:||Macht hoch die Thur|
|Source:||Psalmodia Evangelica, 1789 (melody)|