Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass
Ye bars of iron, yield
And let the King of Glory pass
The cross is in the field
That banner, brighter than the star
That leads the train of night
Shines on their march, and guides from far
His servants to the fight
A holy war those servants wage
Mysteriously at strife
The powers of heaven and hell engage
For more than death or life
Ye armies of the living God
His sacramental host
Where hallowed footsteps never trod
Take your appointed post
Though few and small and weak your bands
Strong in your Captain’s strength
Go to the conquest of all lands
All must be His at length
Those spoils at His victorious feet
You shall rejoice to lay
And lay yourselves, as trophies meet
In His great judgment day
The powers of heaven and hell engage
For more than death or life
O fear not, faint not, halt not now
Quit you like men, be strong
To Christ shall all the nations bow
And sing with you this song
Uplifted are the gates of brass
The bars of iron yield
Behold the King of Glory pass
The cross hath won the field
Uplifted are the gates of brass
The bars of iron yield
Behold the King of Glory pass
The cross hath won the field
O fear not