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

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

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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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