Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates!
Behold! the King of glory waits;
The King of kings is drawing near,
The Saviour of the world is here.
The Lord is just, a helper tried;
Mercy is ever at his side.
His kingly crown is holiness,
His scepter one of righteousness.
O! blessed they, and greatly blest,
Where Christ is ruler and confessed!
O happy hearts and happy homes,
To whom the King of triumph comes!
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.
Redeemer, come! I open wide
My heart to thee; here, Lord, abide!
Let me thy constant presence feel,
Thy grace and love in me reveal.
O! come, my Sov'reign, enter in;
Yet more thy nobler life begin;
Thy Word and Spirit guide us on,
Until the glorious crown be won!