1 The whole earth is the LORD's
And all its bounds contain,
The world and its unnumbered hordes
Belong to his domain;
For all the eye can see,
The oceans and the land,
Were made at first by his decree
And fashioned by his hand.

2 Who may ascend God's hill,
To worship at his feet?
The pure in heart, who do his will,
In whom is no deceit;
On such the LORD bestows
His righteousness and grace:
Like Jacob they are truly those
Who seek their Maker's face.

3 Lift up your heads, you gates:
You ancient doors, make way!
See where the King of glory waits
To enter in today.
Who is the glorious King
That waits before these doors?
The LORD, the all-victorious King,
Triumphant in his wars.

4 Lift up your heads, you gates:
You ancient doors, make way!
See where the King of glory waits
To enter in today.
What glorious King is this,
Who comes in victory?
The LORD of hosts this conqueror is,
The King of glory he!

Psalm 24, David G Preston
© David G Preston/Jubilate Hymns Ltd
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