1 Lift up your heads, O mighty gates;
behold the King of glory waits;
the King of kings is drawing near;
the Savior of the world is here!
2 Fling wide the portals of your heart;
make it a temple, set apart
in earthly use for heaven's employ,
adorned with prayer and love and joy.
3 Redeemer, come, with us abide;
our hearts to you we open wide;
let us you inner presence feel;
your grace and love in us reveal.
4 O Holy Spirit lead us on
until our glorious goal is won;
eternal praise, eternal fame
be offered, Savior, to your name!
|First Line:||Lift up your heads, O mighty gates|
|Title:||Lift Up Your Heads, O Mighty Gates|
|Translator:||Catherine Winkworth (1855)|
|Author:||Georg Weissel (1642)|