83. Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates

1 Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates,
Behold the King of glory waits;
The King of kings is drawing near,
The Savior of the world is here.
Life and salvation doth He bring,
Wherefore rejoice and gladly sing:
We praise Thee, Father, now;
Creator, wise art Thou!

2 The Lord is just, a helper tried,
Mercy is ever at His side;
His kingly crown is holiness,
His scepter, pity in distress,
The end of all our woe He brings,
Wherefore the earth is glad and sings:
We praise Thee, Savior, now;
Mighty in deed art Thou.

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!
The cloudless sun of joy He is,
Who bringeth pure delight and bliss:
O Comforter divine!
What boundless grace is Thine!

4 Fling wide the portals of your heart,
Make it a temple set apart
From earthly use for heaven’s employ,
Adorned with prayer, and love, and joy:
So shall your Sovereign enter in,
And new and nobler life begin.
To Thee, O God, be praise
For word, and deed, and grace!

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;
Thy Holy Spirit guide us on
Until our glorious goal is won!
Eternal praise and fame
We offer to Thy name!

Text Information
First Line: Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates
Translator: C. Winkworth
Author: G. Weissel
Publication Date: 1918
Notes: Now Public Domain. Translated from "Macht hoch die Tür, ide Tor macht weit" Tune: MACHT HOCH DIE TÜR (Stobäus)
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