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Lift up the gates
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns from the Morningland #25 (1911) Meter: 4.6.4.6.8.8 Hymnal Title: Hymns from the Morningland Lyrics:
I
Lift up the gates,
The Lord of heaven appears;
Thrust wide the doors,
The King of glory nears;
The throne is His Whose arm of might
O’erthrew the tyrant in the fight.
II
Lift up the gates,—
The gates of hades fell;
Thrust wide the doors,
He burst the doors of hell,
And prisoners in the dark abode,
Exulting, hailed the Son of God.
III
Lift up the gates,—
No power His might can meet;
Thrust wide the doors,
The foe is at His feet;
The path is cleared, the prize is won,
Enter, Thou all-victorious Son.
IV
Lift up the gates,—
They come who welcome win;
Thrust wide the doors,
And let His followers in;
They come from toil and conflict long,
Ten thousand times ten thousand strong.
V
Lift up the gates,—
Still valiant deeds are done;
Thrust wide the doors,
For laurels yet are won;
And when the victor sheathes his sword,
Receive the follower of his Lord.
Languages: English
Lift up the gates
Lift up the gates
Author: John Brownlie Hymnal: Hymns of the Russian Church #52 (1920) Meter: 4.6.4.6.8.8 Hymnal Title: Hymns of the Russian Church Lyrics:
Lift up the gates,
The Lord of heaven appears;
Thrust wide the doors,
The King of glory nears;
The throne is His Whose arm of might
O'erthrew the tyrant in the fight.
Lift up the gates;--
The gates of hades fell;
Thrust wide the doors,
He burst the doors of hell,
And prisoners in the dark abode,
Exulting, hailed the Son of God.
53
Lift up the gates,
No power His might can meet;
Thrust wide the doors,
The foe is at His feet;
The path is cleared, the prize is won,
Enter, Thou all-victorious Son.
Lift up the gates;--
They come who welcome win;
Thrust wide the doors,
And let His followers in;
They come from toil and conflict long,
Ten thousand times ten thousand strong.
Lift up the gates;--
Still valiant deeds are done;
Thrust wide the doors,
For laurels yet are won;
And when the victor sheathes his sword,
Receive the follower of his Lord.
Languages: English
Lift up the gates
