Psalm XXIV

The earth is all the Lord's,
Its fulness all is his;
The world, with all that are therein,
His own creation is.

For he the liquid Seas
Hath its foundation made,
And it upon the water-floods
Hath stablished and staid.

Into God's sacred mount
Who's he that shall ascend?
And in his place of holiness
Who shall accepted stand?

Whose heart's pure, and hands clean,
And unto vanity,
He who hath not lift up his soul,
Nor sworn deceitfully.

This man a blessing great
From God shall surely have:
Righteous and gracious usage from
The God that will him save.

Of them that seek the Lord,
This is the holy race;
Such are the men of Jacob's God,
Who seek thy pleased face.

Lift up your heads, ye gates,
You lasting doors make way,
That so the great desired King
Of Glory enter may.

Who is this Glorious King?
Who may this Monarch be?
The strong and mighty God; the Lord
Mighty in war is he.

Lift up your heads ye gates;
You lasting doors make way,
That so the great and mighty King
Of Glory enter may.

Who is he that is King
Of Glory? Who is this?
The Lord of Hosts, and he alone
The King of Glory is.