Lift up your heads, ye gates eter­nal,
The King of Glo­ry en­ters in,
Ascending to the throne su­per­nal,
The con­quer­or of death and sin.

Refrain

Who is the King of Glo­ry?
He who ov­er­came our ene­my;
Who took our place at judg­ment bar,
And made His cross the vic­tor’s car;
He is the King of Glo­ry!
He is the King of Glo­ry!

’Tis He who this round world hath found­ed,
And stablished it up­on the flood;
And Sa­tan’s hosts He hath con­found­ed,
When on the cross He shed His blood.

Refrain

Who shall ap­proach His ho­ly mount­ain,
Or stand with­in His ho­ly place?
E’en he who bathed in Cal­va­ry’s fount­ain,
Hath been re­deemed by Hea­ven’s grace.

Refrain

The eye of faith e’en now dis­cern­eth
The King up­on His Fa­ther’s throne,
And waits the hour when He re­turn­eth
To take the king­dom for His own.

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