Lift up, you princes of the sky:
Lift up your portals, lift them high;
And you, the everlasting gates,
Back on your golden hinges fly;
For lo, the King of glory waits
To enter in victoriously
Who is this king of glory? Tell.
O you who sing his praise so well.

The Lord of strength and matchless might,
The Lord all-conqu’ring in the fight,
Lift, lift your portals, lift them high,
You princes of the conquered sky;
And you, the everlasting gates,
Back on your golden hinges fly,
For lo, the King of glory waits,
The Lord of hosts, the Lord most high.

Who is the king of glory? Tell,
O you who sing His praise so well,
The Lord of hosts, the Lord most high,
Mighty King of the conquered sky.
He is King of glory and might,
From whom shall peace and blessings flow
To him be praise and honour giv’n
Now and for evermore, Amen.