The earth is the Lord’s and all it contains
    The world and the people therein
Built upon waters and resting on seas
    It all belongs to Him.

Who may ascend to the hill of the Lord
    Before His great holiness stand?
Only the one with clean hands and pure heart
    Whom all falsehood and lies have banned.

All who refuse to serve idols or lies
    And will not his neighbor defraud
The generation that seeks our Lord’s face
    Gains righteousness, blessing from God.

Hearken, ye gates, lift up your heads
Your ancient doors swing wide
Behold the King of Glory comes
Now welcome Him inside.

Who might this King of Glory be?
The strong and mighty Lord
Mighty in battle, conq’ring One
Worthy to be adored.

So open wide you ancient gates
The Lord of Hosts is here
Before the King of Glory bow
His Majesty revere.

© 2014 J Dan Small