Lift up, O ye gates, your heads, and lift yourselves up, ye age-abiding doors, That the king of glory may come in.

Lift up, O ye gates, your heads, yea lift them up, ye age-abiding doors, That the king of glory may come in.

But, now, the doors thereof all together, with axes and hammers, they batter down.

Though he had commanded the skies above, And, the doors of the heavens, had opened;

For he brake in pieces the doors of bronze, And, the bars of iron, he hewed asunder.