Open up, you ancient doors, fling wide your gates, and let the King of glory come
in and take his place.
Open up, you ancient doors, fling wide your gates, and let the King of glory come
in and take his place.
We want to see you lifted high, above all else, King, King of glory.
Let MBM shout your praise, King of glory.
Open up, you ancient doors, fling wide your gates, and let the King of glory come
in and take his place.
Open up, you ancient doors, fling wide your gates, and let the King of glory come
in and take
his place.
We want to see you lifted high, above all things, and crowned as King,
King of glory.
For you are good and we will sing and shout your praise.
And every knee will bow,
because you are King of
glory.
But you are not a god,
oh you are King of glory.
King of glory.
And every knee will bow, every heart confess, Yeshua you are Lord, Yeshua you
are Lord of all.
We'll sing, with a shout we'll proclaim, that you are our God, you are our King.
And every knee will bow, every heart confess,
Yeshua you are Lord, Yeshua you are Lord of all.
We'll sing, with a shout we'll proclaim, that you are our God, you are our King.
We'll sing, with a shout we'll proclaim, that you are our God, Yeshua you are Lord,
Yeshua you are Lord of all.
We'll sing, with a shout we'll proclaim, that you are our God, Yeshua you are Lord
of all.