Lift up your heads oy ye gates let the King of Glory come in be lifted up oh ancient doors let the King of Glory come in
The altars we've built and the works we have done can never compare to the Savior's love the hearts of the humble are temples of praise as we worship the Ancient of Days as we worship the Ancient of Days
Glory to the Lord our God Glory to the Lamb on the throne we open wide the gates of our hearts with our lips we rise up and pause as we worship the Ancient of Days
Who can ascend to the hill of the Lord People of clean hearts and hands you who are righteous and seeking His face come and worship the Ancient of Days come and worship the Ancient of Days
