Psalms 24:7

• [Psa 24:7] Day, A Day Of Glory, A

  A day, a day of glory! A day that ends our woe! A day that tells of triumph Against our vanquished foe! Yield, summer’s brightest sunrise, To this December morn: Lift up your gates, ye princes, And let the Child be born! With Gloria in excelsis Archangels tell their mirth: With Kyrie elëyson Men answer upon earth: And angels swell the triumph, And mortals raise the horn, Lift up your gates, ye princes, And let the Child be born. He comes, His throne the manger; He comes, His shrine the stall; The ox and ass His courtiers, Who made and governs all: The “House of Bread” His birth-place, The Prince of wine and corn: Lift up your gates, ye princes, And let the Child be born. Then bar the gates, that henceforth None thus may passage win, Because the Prince of Israel Alone hath entered in: The earth, the sky, the ocean His glorious way adorn: Lift up your gates, ye princes, And let the Child be born.

  source: Cyberhymnal

• [Psa 24:7] Fling Wide The Door

  Fling wide the door, unbar the gate; The King of glory comes in state; The Lord of lords and King of kings, The Savior of the world who brings His great salvation to the earth. So raise a shout of holy mirth And praise our God and Lord, Creator, Spirit Word. He is the rock of our belief, The heart of mercy’s gentle self. His kingly crown is holiness; His scepter is his loveliness; He brings our sorrows to an end. Now gladly praise our king and friend, And worship him with song, For saving us from wrong. O, happy towns and blessed lands That live by their true king’s commands, And blessed be the hearts he rules, The humble places where he dwells. He is the rightful Son of bliss Who fills our lives and makes us his, Creator of the world, Our only strength for good. Come, Lord, our Savior, Jesus Christ; Our hearts are open wide in trust. Oh, show us now your lovely grace, Upon our sorrows shine your face, And let your Holy Spirit guide Our journey in your grace so wide. We praise your holy name, From age to age the same.

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• [Psa 24:7] Lift Up Your Heads, Eternal Gates!

  Lift up your heads, eternal gates! Unfold, to entertain The King of glory; see! He comes, with His celestial train. Who is this King of glory—who? The Lord, for strength renowned; In battle mighty; o’er His foes Eternal Victor crowned. Lift up your heads, ye gates! unfold In state to entertain The King of glory; see! He comes With all His shining train. Who is this King of glory—who? The Lord of hosts renowned: Of glory He alone is King, Who is with glory crowned.

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• [Psa 24:7] Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Mighty Gates

  Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates, Behold the King of glory waits; The King of kings is drawing near, The Savior of the world is here; Life and salvation doth He bring, Wherefore rejoice and gladly sing: We praise Thee, Father, now! Creator, wise art Thou! The Lord is just, a Helper tried, Mercy is ever at His side, His kingly crown is holiness, His scepter, pity in distress, The end of all our woe He brings; Wherefore the earth is glad and sings: We praise Thee, Savior, now, Mighty in deed art Thou! Oh blest the land, the city blest, Where Christ the Ruler is confessed! Oh happy hearts and happy homes To whom this King in triumph comes! The cloudless Sun of joy He is, Who bringeth pure delight and bliss: O Comforter divine, What boundless grace is Thine! 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; So shall your Sovereign enter in, And new and nobler life begin: To Thee, O God, be praise, For word and deed and grace! Redeemer, come! I open wide My heart to Thee—here, Lord, abide! Let me Thy inner presence feel, Thy grace and love in me reveal, Thy Holy Spirit guide us on Until our glorious goal is won! Eternal praise and fame We offer to Thy Name. Lift up your heads, ye mighty gates; Behold, the King of glory waits; The King of kings is drawing near; The Savior of the world is here! A Helper just He comes to thee, His chariot is humility, His kingly crown is holiness, His scepter, pity in distress. O blest the land, the city blest, Where Christ the Ruler is confessed! O happy hearts and happy homes To whom this King in 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. Thy Holy Spirit lead us on Until our glorious goal is won; Eternal praise, eternal fame Be offered, Savior, to Thy Name!

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• [Psa 24:7] Ye Gates, Lift Your Heads

  Ye gates, lift your heads, the glad summons obey, Ye doors everlasting, wide open the way. The King of all glory high honors await, The King of all glory shall enter in state. What King of all glory is this that ye sing? The Lord, strong and mighty, the conquering King. Ye gates, lift your heads, and His summons obey, Ye doors everlasting, wide open the way. The King of all glory high honors await, The King of all glory shall enter in state. What King of all glory is this that ye sing? Jehovah of Hosts, He of glory is King.

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Psalms 24:9

• [Psa 24:9] Ye Gates, Lift Up Your Heads On High

  Ye gates, lift up your heads on high; Ye doors that last for aye, Be lifted up, that so the King Of glory enter may. But who of glory is the King? The mighty Lord is this; E’en that same Lord that great in might And strong in battle is— E’en that same Lord that great in might And strong in battle is. Ye gates, lift up your heads on high; Ye doors that last for aye, Be lifted up, that so the King Of glory enter may. But who is He that is the King Of glory? Who is this? The Lord of hosts, and none but He The King of Glory is— The Lord of hosts, and none but He The King of Glory is.

  source: Cyberhymnal

Psalms 87:2

• [Psa 87:2] Zion, On The Holy Hills

  Zion, on the holy hills, God, thy Maker, loves thee well; All thy courts His presence fills, He delights in thee to dwell. Wondrous shall Thy glory be, City blest of God, the Lord; Nations shall be born in thee, Unto life from death restored. When the Lord the names shall write Of thy sons, a countless throng, God Most High will thee requite, He Himself will make thee strong. Then in song and joyful mirth Shall thy ransomed sons agree, Singing forth throughout the earth, “All my fountains are in thee.”

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Psalms 100:4

• [Psa 100:4] Father, Whate’er Of Earthly Bliss

  Father, whate’er of earthly bliss Thy sovereign will denies, Accepted at Thy throne, let this My humble prayer, arise: Give me a calm and thankful heart, From every murmur free; The blessing of Thy grace impart, And make me live to Thee. Let the sweet hope that Thou art mine My life and death attend, Thy presence through my journey shine, And crown my journey’s end.
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• [Psa 100:4] Open Now Thy Gates Of Beauty

  Open now thy gates of beauty, Zion, let me enter there, Where my soul in joyful duty Waits for Him Who answers prayer. Oh, how blessèd is this place, Filled with solace, light and grace! Lord, my God, I come before Thee, Come Thou also unto me; Where we find Thee and adore Thee, There a heav’n on earth must be. To my heart, oh, enter Thou, Let it be Thy temple now! Here Thy praise is gladly chanted, Here Thy seed is duly sown; Let my soul, where it is planted, Bring forth precious sheaves alone, So that all I hear may be Fruitful unto life in me. Thou my faith increase and quicken, Let me keep Thy gift divine, Howsoe’er temptations thicken; May Thy Word still o’er me shine As my guiding star through life, As my comfort in my strife. Speak, O God, and I will hear Thee, Let Thy will be done indeed; May I undisturbed draw near Thee While Thou dost Thy people feed. Here of life the fountain flows, Here is balm for all our woes.

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Psalms 107:16

• [Psa 107:16] Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Gates Of Brass

  Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass, Ye bars of iron, yield, And let the King of Glory pass; The cross is in the field. That banner, brighter than the star That leads the train of night, Shines on their march, and guides from far His servants to the fight. A holy war those servants wage; Mysteriously at strife; The powers of heaven and hell engage For more than death or life. Ye armies of the living God, His sacramental host, Where hallowed footsteps never trod Take your appointed post. Though few and small and weak your bands, Strong in your Captain’s strength Go to the conquest of all lands; All must be His at length. Those spoils at His victorious feet You shall rejoice to lay, And lay yourselves, as trophies meet, In His great judgment day. O fear not, faint not, halt not now; Quit you like men, be strong! To Christ shall all the nations bow, And sing with you this song: “Uplifted are the gates of brass, The bars of iron yield; Behold the King of Glory pass; The cross hath won the field!”

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  source: Cyberhymnal