The earth and the fullness with which it is stored,
The world and its dwellers belong to the Lord;
For He on the seas its foundations has laid,
And firm on the waters its pillars has stayed.

What man shall the hill of Jehovah ascend,
And who in the place of His presence attend?
The man of pure heart and of hands without stain,
Who swears not to falsehood nor loves what is vain.

That man ever blest of Jehovah shall live,
The God of salvation shall righteousness give;
For this is the people, yea, this is the race,
The Israel true that is seeking His face.

The earth belongs to the Lord,
The world and all who live there.
He founded it upon the seas,
Established it upon the seas.
He is the King of glory;
He’s the mighty King.

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The Lord strong and mighty,
God who is mighty in battle,
The Lord Almighty is King forever;
The King of all glory is He.

Now who may climb the Lord’s hill
And in His holy place stand?
The one who has clean hands, pure heart,
Who does not worship idol gods,
Or swear by what is false,
Or swear by what is false.

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The one who stands before God
Will blessings from Him receive,
And vindication from the Lord,
And vindication from the Lord.
God blesses those who seek Him,
Those who seek His face.

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Lift up your heads, O you gates;
Be lifted up, ancient doors.
Now let the King of glory in;
Now let the King of glory in.
Who is the King of glory?
Who’s the mighty King?

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The earth belongs unto the Lord,
And all that it contains;
The world that is inhabited,
And all that there remains.
For the foundations thereof
He on the seas did lay,
And He hath it establishèd
Upon the floods to stay.

Who is the man that shall ascend
Into the hill of God?
Or who within His holy place
Shall have a firm abode?
Whose hands are clean, whose heart is pure,
And into vanity
Who hath not lifted up his soul,
Nor sworn deceitfully.

He from th’Eternal shall receive
The blessing him upon,
And righteousness, ev’n from the God
Of his salvation.
This is the generation
That after Him inquire,
O Jacob, who do seek Thy face
With their whole heart’s desire.

Ye gates, lift up your heads on high;
Ye doors, that last for aye,
Be lifted up, that so the King
Of glory enter may.
But who of glory is the King?
The mighty Lord is this;
Ev’n that same Lord, that great in might
And strong in battle is.

The earth with all her fullness owns
Jehovah for her sovereign Lord;
The countless myriads of her sons
Rose into being at His Word.

His Word did out of nothing call
The world, and founded all that is;
Launched on the floods this solid ball,
And fixed it in the floating seas.

But who shall quit this low abode,
Who shall ascend the heavenly place,
And stand upon the mount of God,
And see his Maker face to face?

The man whose hands and heart are clean
That blessèd portion shall receive;
Whoe’er by grace is saved from sin,
Hereafter shall in glory live.

He shall obtain the starry crown;
And, numbered with the saints above,
The God of his salvation own,
The God of his salvation love.

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 for God
And blest by Him they live
To them His perfect righteousness
The God of grace will give.

Who is this glorious King that comes?
To claim His sovereign right?
It is the Lord omnipotent
All conquering in His might.

Ye everlasting doors, give way,
Lift up your heads, ye gates!
For now, behold, to enter in
The King of Glory waits.

Who is this glorious King that comes
To claim His rightful throne?
The Lord of Hosts, He is the King
Of glory, God alone.

This spacious earth is all the Lord’s,
And men, and worms, and beasts, and birds:
He raised the building on the seas,
And gave it for their dwelling place.

But there’s a brighter world on high,
Thy palace, Lord, above the sky:
Who shall ascend that blest abode,
And dwell so near his Maker God?

He that abhors and fears to sin,
Whose heart is pure, whose hands are clean,
Him shall the Lord the Savior bless,
And clothe his soul with righteousness.

These are the men, the pious race,
That seek the God of Jacob’s face:
These shall enjoy the blissful sight,
And dwell in everlasting light.

Rejoice, ye shining worlds on high,
Behold the King of glory nigh!
Who can this King of glory be?
The mighty Lord, the Savior’s He.

Ye heav’nly gates, your leaves display,
To make the Lord the Savior way:
Laden with spoils from earth and hell,
The Conqueror comes with God to dwell.

Raised from the dead, He goes before;
He opens Heav’n’s eternal door,
To give His saints a blest abode,
Near their Redeemer and their God.

Christ of the upward way, my Guide divine,
Where Thou hast set Thy feet, may I place mine;
And move and march wherever Thou hast trod,
Keeping face forward up the hill of God.

Give me the heart to hear Thy voice and will,
That without fault or fear I may fulfill
Thy purpose with a glad and holy zest,
Like one who would not bring less than his best.

Give me the eye to see each chance to serve,
Then send me strength to rise with steady nerve,
And leap at once with kind and helpful deed,
To the sure succor of a soul in need.

Give me the good stout arm to shield the right,
And wield Thy sword of truth with all my might,
That, in the warfare I must wage for Thee,
More than a victor I may ever be.

Christ of the upward way, my Guide divine,
Where Thou hast set Thy feet, may I place mine;
And when Thy last call comes, serene and clear,
Calm may my answer be, “Lord, I am here.”