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 the King of glory?
Tell, O ye who sing His praise so well.

The Lord of strength and matchless,
The Lord all-conquering in the fight,
Lift, lift your portals, lift them high,
Ye princes of the conquered sky;
And you, ye 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 this King of glory? Tell,
O ye who sing His praise so well,
The Lord of hosts, the Lord most high,
Almighty King of the conquered sky.
He is the King of glory and might
From whom shall peace and blessings flow
To him be praise and honour given
Now and for evermore, Amen