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 —
Who is the King of glory?
Who is the King of glory?
The great I AM, the Lord of hosts,
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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;
Who is the King of glory?
Who is the King of glory?
’Tis Jesus wearing many a crown,