4,6,4,6,8,8

I

Lift up the gates,

The Lord of heaven appears;

Thrust wide the doors,

The King of glory nears;

The throne is His Whose arm of might

O'erthrew the tyrant in the fight.

II

Lift up the gates, --

The gates of hades fell;

Thrust wide the doors,

He burst the doors of hell,

And prisoners in the dark abode,

Exulting, hailed the Son of God.

III

Lift up the gates, --

No power His might can meet;

Thrust wide the doors,

The foe is at His feet;

The path is cleared, the prize is won,

Enter, Thou all-victorious Son.

IV

Lift up the gates, --

They come who welcome win;

Thrust wide the doors,

And let His followers in;

They come from toil and conflict long,

Ten thousand times ten thousand strong.

V

Lift up the gates, --

Still valiant deeds are done;

Thrust wide the doors,

For laurels yet are won;

And when the victor sheathes his sword,

Receive the follower of his Lord.