Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass; <br />Ye bars of iron, yield! <br />And let the King of glory pass; <br />The Cross is in the field! <br /> <br />A holy war his servants wage, <br />Mysteriously at strife; <br />The powers of heaven and hell engage <br />For more than death or life. <br /> <br />Ye armies of the living God, <br />His sacramental host, <br />Where hallowed footstep never trod, <br />Take your appointed post. <br /> <br />Follow the Cross; the ark of Peace <br />Accompany your path: <br />To souls imprisoned bring release <br />From bondage and from wrath. <br /> <br />Uplifted are the gates of brass; <br />The bars of iron yield; <br />Behold the King of glory pass! <br />The Cross has won the field!<br /><br />James Montgomery<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lift-up-your-heads-ye-gates-of-brass/
