The Voice of Praise ‎#940

940. Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring

1 Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring
To my raptured vision
All th' ecstatic joys that spring
Round the bright elysian:
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 is heightened by 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, methinks, to seize us;
Join we, too, the holy lays,
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!
Sweetest sound in seraph's song,
Sweetest note on mortal tongue,
Sweetest carol ever sung,
Jesus, Jesus, flow along.

Text Information

• First Line: Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring
• Author: Kemperfelt
• Meter: P. M.
• Publication Date: 1873
• Topic: Heaven; Praise to Jesus

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