Hymn 339
Hail King of glory lift ye up the gates
Hail King of glory lift ye up the gates
Lo, at your door the King of glory waits
Unbar the heart draw back the bolts of sin
Rise up and let the King of glory in.
Who is He? The King of glory? Who?
Jesus our Lord to Him the Honour due
Hail to our King, let all before Him fall
And crown Him, crown Him, crown him Lord of all.
Down from the mansions of celestial day
See him descend and robe himself in clay
Suff’ring and grief for us he meekly bears
For us his toils, His agony, and tears.
Nailed to the cross of cruelty and shame
‘Twas thus to bleed the Lord of Glory came
Hear from his lips the agonizing cry
For us forsaken, see the saviour die.
Death could not hold him in its icy gloom
Lo’ in the morn He burst the silent tomb
Rising, He reigns exalted in the sky
Praise ye the lord let all the earth reply.