Scripture Verse

Lift up your heads, you gates; be lifted up, you ancient doors, that the King of glory may come in. Psalm 24:7

Introduction

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J. Lincoln Hall (1866–1930)

Words: Liz­zie De­Ar­mond, in The Voice of Praise, ed­it­ed by Lin­coln Hall, Ir­vin H. Mack & C. Aus­tin Miles (New York & Phi­la­del­phia, Penn­syl­van­ia: Hall-Mack, 1904), num­ber 214.

Music: J. Lin­coln Hall (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Lizzie DeArmond (1847–1936)

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Lyrics

O swing the gates wide op­en,
Ye an­gels fair and bright,
The King of glo­ry com­eth,
Triumphant in His might.

Refrain

Sing glo­ry, hal­le­lu­jah,
The night of death is past;
The re­sur­rec­tion morn­ing
Has dawned on us at last.
Sing glo­ry, hal­le­lu­jah,
The night of death is past;
The re­sur­rec­tion morn­ing
Has dawned on us at last.

Praise God! Sing hal­le­lu­jah!
The stone is rolled away;
Beyond the tomb is shin­ing
Hope’s glad eter­nal day.

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O swing the gates wide op­en,
Our long­ing eyes would see
The Christ who lives in Hea­ven
To plead for you and me.

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With songs of ado­ra­tion,
We haste to greet our king,
While thro’ the streets so gold­en
Loud hal­le­lu­jahs ring.

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