The earth is Yours, and all its frame, The world and those who dwell therein. For You have set its mighty shores, And shaped the seas that churn within. Who dares to climb Your holy hill? Who stands within Your sacred place? The clean of hand, the pure of heart, Whose soul does not pursue disgrace. They seek the face of Jacob’s God, They hold no idol, speak no lies— The Lord will bless them with His grace, And vindicate them in His eyes. O gates, be lifted! Doors, swing wide! The King of Glory seeks His throne! But who is this majestic King? The Lord of Hosts—and He alone! The Lord is strong, the Lord is brave, A mighty conqueror in war. O gates, be lifted! Let Him in— The King of Glory evermore!
