Lift up your heads, ye gates of brassAuthor: James Montgomery
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Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass!
Ye bars of Iron! yield;
And let the King of Glory pass,--
The Cross is in the field.
That banner, brighter than the star,
That leads the train of night,
Shines on their march and guides from far
His servants to the fight.
A holy war those servants wage;
--Mysteriously at strife,
The powers of heaven and hell engage
For more than death or life.
Earth's rankest soil they see outspread;
So throng'd, it seems within,
One city of the living dead,
Dead while alive to sin.
The forms of life are everywhere,
The spirit nowhere found;
Like vapours kindling in the air,
Then sinking in the ground.
No hope have these above the dust,
No being but a breath;
In vanity and lies they trust
Their very life is death.
Ye armies of the living God,
His sacramental host!
Where hallow'd footstep never trod,
Take your appointed post.
Follow the Cross, the ark of peace
Accompany your path,
To slaves and rebels bring release
From bondage and from wrath.
A barley-cake o'erthrew the camp
Of Midian, tent by tent,
Ere morn the trumpet and the lamp
Through all in triumph went.
Though China's sons like Midian's fill
As grasshoppers the vale,
The sword of God and Gideon still
To conquer cannot fail.
As Jericho before the blast
Of sounding rams' horns fell,
Sin's strongholds here shall be down cast,
Down cast these gates of hell.
Truth error's legions must o'erwhelm
And China's thickest wall,
(The wall bf darkness round her realm,)
At your loud summons fall.
Though few and small and weak your bands,
Strong in your Captain's strength,
Go to the conquest of all lands,
All must be His at length.
The closest seal'd between the poles
Is open'd to your toils;
Where thrice a hundred million souls
Are offer'd you for spoils.
Those spoils, at His victorious feet,
You shall rejoice to lay,
And lay yourselves, as trophies meet,
In His great Judgment-day.
No carnal weapons those ye bear,
To lay the aliens low;
Then strike amain, and do not spare,
There's life in every blow.
Life!--more than life on earth can be;
All in this conflict slain
Die but to sin,--eternally
The crown of life to gain.
O fear not, faint not, halt not now;
Quit you like men, be strong;
To Christ shall Buddhu's votaries bow
And sing with you this song:
"Uplifted are the gates of brass,
The bars of iron yield;
Behold the King of Glory pass;
The Cross hath won the field."
Sacred Poems and Hymns, 1854
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Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass. J. Montgomery. [Missions.] This hymn is amongst the “M. MSS.," but is undated. It was printed in the Evangelical Magazine, 1843; and again in Montgomery's Original Hymns, 1853, No. 265, in 19 stanzas of 4 lines, and entitled "China Evangelized"; Pt. ii. beginning “Ye armies of the living God”; and Pt. iii. "No carnal weapons those ye bear." In the Society for Promoting Christian Knowledge em>Church Hymns, 1871, No. 291, is composed of stanzas i.—iii., xviii., xix. some¬what altered.
--John Julian, Dictionary of Hymnology (1907)
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|Hymns and Psalms: a Methodist and ecumenical hymn book #227||Lift up your heads, ye gate of brass||Lift up your heads, ye gate of brass||CRUCIS VICTORIA||James Montgomery||1983|
|Hymns for Today's Church (2nd ed.) #509||Lift up your heads, you gates of brass!||LONDON NEW||J. Montgomery (1771-1854)||8 6 8 6 (CM)||Psalm 107:16||1987||God's Church | Mission and Ministry; Advent 1 | The Advent Hope; Palm Sunday | The Way of the Cross; The Ascension of Christ | ; Pentecost 5 | The Church's Mission to All; Pentecost 12 | The Witnessing Community; Pentecost 15 | Those in Authority|
|Small Church Music #6012||Praetorius (Fur Dein)||Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass||PRAETORIUS (FUR DEIN)||James Montgomery||188.8.131.52|
|The Cyber Hymnal #4078||Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Gates of Brass||Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass||PRESBYTER||James Montgomery||CMD|