Gates of Praise

Lift up the gates of praise

That we may en­ter in

And o’er sal­va­tion’s walls pro­claim

That Christ re­deems from sin.

The stars may praise the hand

That decks the sky ab­ove

But man alone can tell the pow­er

Of Christ’s re­deem­ing love.

God’s works re­veal His might

His ma­jes­ty and grace;

But not the ten­der Fa­ther’s love

That saves a dy­ing race.

Then let the voice of praise

To heav’n­ly courts as­cend

Till with the songs the an­gels sing

Our hal­le­lu­jahs blend.

To Him that hath re­deemed

Our souls from sin’s dark maze;

The hope and Sav­ior of man­kind

Be ev­er­last­ing praise.