Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Gates of Brass ELLACOMBE—Gesangbuch, Wirtemberg, 1784 Lift Up Your Heads, Ye Gates of Brass 1 Lift up your heads, ye gates of brass; Ye bars of iron, yield; And let the King of Glory pass; The Cross is in the field. 2 That banner, brighter than the star That leads the train of night, Shines on the march, and guides from far His servants to the fight. 3 A holy war those servants wage; In that mysterious strife, The powers of Heav’n and hell engage For more than death