Song Collection

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. A helper just, he comes to thee, his chariot is humility, 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 heav’n’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. So come, my Sov’reign, enter in! Let new and nobler life begin! Thy Holy Spirit, guide us on, until the glorious crown be won.