Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Gates

Verse 1

Lift up your heads, ye gates sublime, And bid the King come in; He comes in wondrous majesty, Let loud hosannas ring. Prepare ye royal palaces, Your glorious King receive; Ope wide your doors and welcome Him, Thine humble homage give.

Chorus

Then praise Him, all ye saints of light, Ye angel choirs, resound; Burst forth in one triumphant song, This spacious earth around; Hosanna to our King of kings, He reigns high over all; He sways His scepter o’er the world; Let saints before Him fall!

Verse 2

Awake, ye nations of the earth, Behold your King appear; The angels from the heavenly realm, The glorious message bear. He brings salvation to the earth, To all who hear His voice; Salvation to a fallen race; Let all the earth rejoice.

Verse 3

Who scorned His rod, nor sought His grace, But crucified your King, Confess His pow’r and bow your knee, And tardy praises bring. Each drop of royal blood ye shed, Becomes a wondrous gem, Which glitters on His sovereign brow, A brilliant diadem.

Verse 4

Lift up your heads, ye gates of gold, And give the Conqueror room, While burning firmaments dissolve To light the triumph home. Ye empty tombs and bursting graves, With earth and sky and sea, Sing how he lived and loved, and lives And loves eternally.