Psalm XXIV

The earth through all her wide dominion owns
Her Maker; his are all her ample stores;
Her numerous tribes, dependent on his hand,
Partake his bounty and confess his care.
His potent hand has founded on the seas
The wonderous fabrick, rising firm and fair
In just proportion, amidst the swelling floods.

But who, of all his creatures, may aspire
To lift their eyes to his divine abode?
Who of the guilty race of man can hope
To stand before his holy seat undaunted?
Or bear the glance of that all-piercing eye,
Which beams immortal purity and truth?

He, whom almighty grace has cleans'd from guilt,
Whose heart and life confess'd the sacred change;
Who dares not in the purpose of his soul
Consent to sin, or harbour secret guile,
He shall be crown'd with blessings from the Lord,
Shall stand with joy before his Saviour God,
In his eternal righteousness array'd.

These are the happy souls that seek the Lord,
That humbly seek thy face, O God of Jacob.
Lift up your heads, O ye celestial gates!
Unfold your leaves, ye everlasting doors!
With conquest crown'd, the king of glory comes!
Who is this king of glory? 'tis the Lord
Strong in the field, victorious in the fight.

Lift up your heads, O ye celestial gates,
Ye everlasting doors, with joyful speed
Unfold your shining leaves! behold he comes!
The king of glory comes! the Lord of hosts!
The conquering God! he is the king of glory.