Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Gates of Brass

1 Lift up your heads, you gates of brass;
ye bars of iron, yield;
and let the King of Glory pass;
the cross is in the field.

2 That banner, brighter than the star
that leads the train of night,
shines on the march, and guides from far
his servants to the fight.

3 A holy war those servants wage;
in that mysterious strife,
the powers of heaven and hell engage
for more than death or life.

4 Ye armies of the living God,
sworn warriors of Christ's host,
where hallowed footsteps never trod,
take their appointed post.

5 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.

6 The spoils at his victorious feet
you shall rejoice to lay,
and lay yourselves as trophies meet,
in his great judgment day.

7 Then fear not, faint nor, halt not now;
in Jesus' name, be strong!
To him shall all the nations bow,
and sing the triumph song—

8 uplifted are the gates of brass,
the bars of iron yield;
behold the King of Glory pass;
the cross hath won the field.

Source: CPWI Hymnal #432

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