The earth belongs to God the Lord

And all that it contains;

The world is his and all the folk

Who live in his domains.

For it was he who founded it

Upon the mighty seas;

It was established on the floods

By heavenly decrees.

Who is the man that may ascend

The Lord's own holy hill?

And who is he that dares to stand

In sacred places still?

Clean hands, pure heart - these are the signs

of worthiness indeed;

And he from whom all perjury

And falsehood has been freed.

Blessing and justice from our God

Shall be this man's reward.

Such is the fortune of those folk

Who seek thy face 0 Lord.

Lift up your heads, you mighty gates;

Rise! everlasting doors,

And let the king of glory in

Whom all the world adores.

Who is this king of glory, pray?

The Lord, he is the one;

The strong and mighty Lord of hosts,

His might in battle shown.

Lift up your heads you mighty gates,

Rise up you doors of gold;

And let the King of glory in.

The Lord of Hosts, behold!