Lift Up Your Heads

1Lift 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.

2The Lord is just, a helper tried;
Mercy is ever at His side;
His kingly crown is holiness,
His scepter, pity in distress.

3O 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!

4Fling 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.

5Redeemer, come;
I open wide My heart to Thee; here,
Lord, abide.
Let me Thy inner presence feel,
Thy grace and love in me reveal.