Verse 1

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.

Verse 2

Ye armies of the living God, His sacramental host, Where hallowed footsteps never trod, Take your appointed post.

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

O fear not, faint not, halt not now; Quit you like men, be strong; To Christ shall every nation bow, And sing with you this song:

Verse 5

Uplifted are the gates of brass; The bars of iron yield; Behold the King of Glory pass! The Cross hath won the field.

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