1 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates!
Behold, the King of glory waits;
The King of kings is drawing near,
The Saviour of the world is here.
2 A Helper just he comes to thee,
His chariot is humility,
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 heav'n's employ,
adorned with prayer and love and joy.
5 Redeemer, come! I open wide
My heart to thee; here, Lord, abide!
Let me thy inner presence feel;
Thy grace and love in me reveal.
6 So come, my Sovereign, enter in!
Let new and nobler life begin!
Thy Holy Spirit, guide us on,
Until the glorious crown be won.
|First Line:||Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates!|
|Title:||Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Mighty Gates!|
|Author:||Georg Weissel (1642)|
|Translator:||Catherine Winkworth (1855; alt.)|
|Topic:||Jesus Christ: His Advent; Christ: Kingly Office of; Christ: Love and Grace of2 more...|