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 of(2 more...)|