Lift up your heads, ye gates! and wide

Your everlasting doors display;

Ye angel-guards, like flames divide,

And give the King of glory way.

2 Who is the King of glory?—he,

The Lord omnipotent to save;

Whose own right arm, in victory,

Led captive death, and spoiled the grave.

3 Lift up your heads, ye gates! and high

Your everlasting portals heave;

Welcome the King of glory nigh:

Him must the heaven of heavens receive.

4 Who is the King of glory—who?

The Lord of hosts; behold his name!

The kingdom, power, and honor due,

Yield him, ye saints, with glad acclaim!