Second PART

My Soul, unbar the Gates, Immortal Doors give way; That, with his Graces, enter in, The King of Glory may. Who is this glorious King? The Lord whose Pow'rs excell; Who comes in Triumph, laden with The Spoils of Earth, and Hell. Be rais'd, ye heav'nly Gates, Eternal Doors give way; That enter, with his Train of Saints, The King of Glory may. This glorious King, who's he? The Lord of Hosts I sing; That Lord whom Heav'n, and Earth adore; 'Tis he is Glory's King.