The earth belongs to the Lord and everything filling it, The world and everyone living on it. He set it down on the seas And made it hold above the currents. Who gets to climb the hill of the Lord? Who gets to stand in the place that is His? The one whose hands are clean and whose heart is not divided, Who has not given himself to what is empty Or sworn to a thing he knew was false. That one carries away a blessing from the Lord And a clear standing from the God who saves him. This is what the people who look for Him are like, The ones who go searching for Your face. Raise your heads, you gates; Lift, you doors that have always stood. The King of glory is coming in. Who is this King of glory? The Lord, strong and able, The Lord who holds His ground. Raise your heads, you gates; Lift, you doors that have always stood. Who is this King of glory? The Lord over the armies of heaven, He is the King of glory.