Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates;
behold the King of glory waits!
The King of kings is drawing near;
the Saviour of the world is here.
O blest the land, the city blest,
where Christ the ruler is confessed!
O happy hearts and happy homes
to whom this King of triumph comes!
Fling wide the portals of your heart;
make it a temple, set apart
from earthly use for heaven's employ,
adorned with prayer and love and joy.
Redeemer, come, with us abide;
our hearts to thee we open wide;
let us thy inner presence feel;
thy grace and love in us reveal.
G Weissel (1590-1635) Translated Catherine Winkworth (1829-78)
Of course, these are only the back gates to my house!
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