The Lord of hosts, he is the King of glory.
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.
2 Who is the King of glory?—he,
The Lord omnipotent to save;
Whose own right arm, in victory,
Led captive death, and spoiled the grave.
3 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.
4 Who is the King of glory—who?
The Lord of hosts; behold his name!
The kingdom, power, and honor due,
Yield him, ye saints, with glad acclaim!