214. The golden gates are lifted up

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The golden gates are lifted up,
The doors are opened wide;
The King of Glory is gone in
Unto his Father's side.

Thou art gone up before us, Lord,
To make for us a place,
That we may be where now thou art,
And look upon God's face.

And ever on our earthly path
A gleam of glory lies,
A light still breaks behind the cloud
That veiled thee from our eyes.

Lift up our hearts, lift up our minds:
Let thy dear grace be giv'n,
That, while we wander here below,
Our treasure be in heav'n;

That where thou art, at God's right hand,
Our hope, our love, may be:
Dwell thou in us, that we may dwell
For evermore in thee.