1 Burst ye em'rald gates and bring,
To my raptur'd vision,
All the extatic joys, that spring
Round the bright elisian:
Lo we lift our longing eyes,
Break, ye intervening skies;
Sun of righteousness, arise,
Ope the gates of Paradise!
2 Floods of everlasting light
Freely flash before him;
Myriads with supreme delight,
Instantly adore him;
Angel trumps resound his fame,
Lutes of lucid gold proclaim
All the music of his name;
Heaven echoing the theme.
3 Four and twenty elders rise,
From their princely station;
Shout his glorious victories,
Sing the great salvation;
Cast their crowns before his throne,
Cry in reverential tone,
Glory be to God alone,
Holy! holy! holy one.
4 Hark the thrilling symphonies,
Seem me thinks to seize us!
Join we too the holy lays,
Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!
Sweetest sound in seraphs song,
Sweetest note on mortals tongue;
Sweetest carol ever sung,
Jesus! Jesus! flow along.
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First Line: | Burst, ye em'rald gates and bring |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1801 |