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.
The heav'ns declare his righteousness, all men his glory see.
Arise, O Lord, into thy rest, th' ark of thy strength, and thou.
The king in thy great strength, O Lord, shall very joyful be: In thy salvation rejoice how veh'mently shall he!
In that salvation wrought by thee his glory is made great; Honour and comely majesty thou hast upon him set.