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Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: Sacred Poems and Hymns #265 (1854) Meter: 8.6.8.6 Lyrics: Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass! Ye bars of Iron! yield; And let the King of Glory pass,-- The Cross is in the field. That banner, brighter than the star, That leads the train of night, Shines on their march and guides from far His servants to the fight. A holy war those servants wage; --Mysteriously at strife, The powers of heaven and hell engage For more than death or life. Earth's rankest soil they see outspread; So throng'd, it seems within, One city of the living dead, Dead while alive to sin. The forms of life are everywhere, The spirit nowhere found; Like vapours kindling in the air, Then sinking in the ground. No hope have these above the dust, No being but a breath; In vanity and lies they trust Their very life is death. 273 Ye armies of the living God, His sacramental host! Where hallow'd footstep never trod, Take your appointed post. Follow the Cross, the ark of peace Accompany your path, To slaves and rebels bring release From bondage and from wrath. A barley-cake o'erthrew the camp Of Midian, tent by tent, Ere morn the trumpet and the lamp Through all in triumph went. Though China's sons like Midian's fill As grasshoppers the vale, The sword of God and Gideon still To conquer cannot fail. As Jericho before the blast Of sounding rams' horns fell, Sin's strongholds here shall be down cast, Down cast these gates of hell. Truth error's legions must o'erwhelm And China's thickest wall, (The wall bf darkness round her realm,) At your loud summons fall. Though few and small and weak your bands, Strong in your Captain's strength, Go to the conquest of all lands, All must be His at length. 274 The closest seal'd between the poles Is open'd to your toils; Where thrice a hundred million souls Are offer'd you for spoils. Those spoils, at His victorious feet, You shall rejoice to lay, And lay yourselves, as trophies meet, In His great Judgment-day. No carnal weapons those ye bear, To lay the aliens low; Then strike amain, and do not spare, There's life in every blow. Life!--more than life on earth can be; All in this conflict slain Die but to sin,--eternally The crown of life to gain. O fear not, faint not, halt not now; Quit you like men, be strong; To Christ shall Buddhu's votaries bow And sing with you this song: "Uplifted are the gates of brass, The bars of iron yield; Behold the King of Glory pass; The Cross hath won the field." Topics: China evangelized Languages: English

Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Gates of Brass

Author: James Montgomery Hymnal: The Cyber Hymnal #4078 Meter: 8.6.8.6 D Lyrics: 1. Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass, Ye bars of iron, yield, And let the King of Glory pass; The cross is in the field. That banner, brighter than the star That leads the train of night, Shines on their march, and guides from far His servants to the fight. 2. A holy war those servants wage; Mysteriously at strife; The powers of heaven and hell engage For more than death or life. Ye armies of the living God, His sacramental host, Where hallowed footsteps never trod Take your appointed post. 3. Though few and small and weak your bands, Strong in your Captain’s strength Go to the conquest of all lands; All must be His at length. Those spoils at His victorious feet You shall rejoice to lay, And lay yourselves, as trophies meet, In His great judgment day. 4. O fear not, faint not, halt not now; Quit you like men, be strong! To Christ shall all the nations bow, And sing with you this song: Uplifted are the gates of brass, The bars of iron yield; Behold the King of Glory pass; The cross hath won the field! Languages: English Tune Title: PRESBYTER