186. Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates
L.M.
Wareham:
William Knapp, 1738
German; George Weissel, 1642;
Tr. Catherine Winkworth, 1855
Lift 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. | The Lord is just, a helper tried; Mercy is ever at his side; His kingly crown is holiness; His scepter, pity in distress. | O blest the land, the city blest, Where Christ the Ruler is confessed! O happy hearts and happy homes To whom this 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 inner presence feel: Thy grace and love in me reveal. | So come, my Sovereign! enter in! Let new and nobler life begin! Thy Holy Spirit, guide us on, Until the glorious crown be won! | |