Lift up your heads O ye gates

Let the King of Glory come in

Be lifted up oh ancient doors

Let the King of Glory come in

The altars we've built and the works we have done

Can never compare to the Savior's love

The hearts of the humble are temples of praise

As we worship the Ancient of Days

As we worship the Ancient of Days

Glory to the Lord our God

Glory to the Lamb on the throne

We open wide the gates of our hearts

With our lips we rise up and praise

as we worship the Ancient of Days

Who can ascend to the hill of the Lord

People of clean hearts and hands

You who are righteous and seeking His face

Come and worship the Ancient of Days

Come and worship the Ancient of Days