The earth, with all that dwell therein,
With all its wealth untold,
Belongs to God, who founded it
Upon the seas of old.
What man shall stand before the Lord
On Zion's holy hill?
The clean of hand, the pure of heart,
The just who does His will.
Lo, such are they that seek the Lord,
And blest by God they live
To them the Lord's perfect righteous ways
The God of grace will give.
O everlasting doors, give way,
Lift up your head, ye gates!
For now, behold, to enter in
The King of Glory waits.
Who is this glorious King that comes
To sit upon the throne?
All hail the Lord of Hosts who is
our glorious King alone.
