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
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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
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