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 Savior 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.