235. Lift up Your Heads, Eternal Gates

8.7.8.7.
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Lift up your heads, eternal gates,
 
A glowing dawn shines o'er ye!
 
At Salem's door the Sovereign waits—
 
He is the King of glory!
 
Who is the King of glory?
 
Who is the King of glory?
 
The great I AM, the Lord of hosts,
 
He is the King of glory.
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The palms of yore their branches waved
 
When Judah's sons were singing:
 
"Hosanna! Zion shall be saved,"
 
Their gentle Monarch bringing.
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But the sun's light at midday died,
 
And Judah's matrons, wailing,
 
Lamented loud the Crucified,
 
All trace of glory failing!
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Those gloomy years have rolled away,
 
The years of Israel's mourning;
 
The rising sun with healing ray
 
Proclaims the King's returning.
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Lift up your heads, eternal gates,
 
Transcendent dawn glows o'er ye!
 
At Salem's door Messiah waits;
 
He is the King of glory.
 
Who is the King of glory?
 
Who is the King of glory?
 
'Tis Jesus wearing many a crown,
 
He is the King of glory!