Psalm 24

THe earth's the Lords with all her goods,
And all the worlds contain:
He •tablish'd it upon the floods,
And fixt it on the main.
Who in Gods holy place may stand?
His hill ascend unto?
The pure in heart and clean in hand,
Whose oaths are just and true.
Who suffers not his soul to cleave
To Idols most abhorr'd:
He shall undoubtedly receive
The blessing from the Lord.
From God his Saviour he shall speed
With gifts of saving grace:
O Jacob, this thy seekers seed,
Ev'n theirs that seek thy face.
Yee everlasting doors stand ope,
Yee gates lift up the head:
And give the King of glory scope
Within your courts to tread:
Who is this glory-crowned King?
His royall name record;
In battell always conquering,
The Strong and mighty Lord.
Yee everlasting doors stand ope,
Yee gates lift up your head:
And give the King of glory scope
Within your courts to tread.
Who may this Kingly person be,
And all the glory his?
The Lord of hosts, and none but he,
The King of glory is.