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!