226 . Lift Up Your Heads

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 in 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.