Lift up your heads, ye gates! and wide
Your everlasting doors display;
Ye angel-guards, like flames divide
And give the King of Glory way.

Who is the King of Glory?--He,
The Lord, omnipotent to save;
Whose own right arm, in victory
Led captive death, and spoil'd the grave.

Lift up your heads, ye gates! and high
Your everlasting portals heave;
Welcome the King of Glory nigh;
Him must the heaven of heavens receive.

Who is the King of Glory?--who?
The Lord of Hosts;-behold His name;
The kingdom, power, aad honour due,
Yield Him, ye saints! with glad acclaim.

Sacred Poems and Hymns