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.