Ye gates of peace and joy un­told,
Ye gates of right­eous­ness, un­fold,
That I may en­ter in and raise
A song of thank­ful­ness and praise.

Within Thy gates, O God of grace,
Thy saints shall find a dwell­ing place;
My thanks and praise to Thee I bear,
My Sav­ior, who hast heard my pray­er.

What won­drous things the Lord hath wrought!
The stone the build­ers set at naught,
Established by no hu­man hand,
The chief­est cor­ner­stone doth stand.

In this the day the Lord hath made
To Him be joy­ful hon­ors paid;
Let us Thy full sal­va­tion see,
O Lord, send now pros­per­ity.

Hosanna! Praise to Him pro­claim
Who cometh in Je­ho­vah’s name!
May bless­ing from God’s dwell­ing place
Descend on us in bound­less grace.