The earth and the riches with which it is stored
The world and its dwellers, belong to the Lord
For He on the seas its foundation has laid
And firm on the waters its pillars has stayed
O who shall the mound of Jehovah ascend?
Or who in the place of His holiness stand?
The man of pure heart and of hands without stain
Who has not sworn falsely nor loved what is vain
He shall from Jehovah a blessing receive
The God of salvation shall righteousness give
Thus looking to Him is a whole blessed race
All those who, like Jacob, are seeking Your face
O gates, lift your heads! Ageless doors, lift them high!
The great King of glory to enter draws nigh!
O who is the King that in glory draws near?
The Lord, mighty Lord of the battle is here!
O gates, lift your heads! Ageless doors, lift them high!
The great King of glory to enter draws nigh!
This great King of glory, O Who can He be?
Jehovah of hosts, King of glory is He!