308. Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass

1 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.

2 A holy war those servants wage:
In that mysterious strife,
The powers of heaven and hell engage
For more than death or life.
Ye armies of the living God,
Ye warrior of Christ's host,
Where hallowed footsteps never trod
Take your appointed post.

3 Though few and small and weak your hands,
Strong in your Captain’s strength,
Go, to the conquest of all lands;
All must be his at length.
Uplifted are the gates of brass,
Behold the King of Glory pass:
The Cross hath won the field.

Text Information
First Line: Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass
Author: James Montgomery, 1771-1854
Language: English
Publication Date: 1958
Topic: Church Life and Work: The Propagation of the Gospel
Tune Information
Name: ELLACOMBE
Meter: C. M. D.
Key: B♭ Major
Source: Wurttemberg Gesangbuch, 1784



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