Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring

Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring
To my raptured vision
All the ecstatic joys that spring
Round the bright Elysian!
Lo! we lift our longing eyes:
Break, ye intervening skies!
Sons of righteousness, arise!
Ope the gates of paradise!

Floods of everlasting light
Freely flash before him;
Myriads, with supreme delight,
Instantly adore him;
Angels' trumps resound his fame;
Lutes of lucid gold proclaim
All the music of his name,
Heaven echoing the theme.

Four and twenty elders rise
From their princely station;
Shout his glorious victories,
Sing his great salvation;
Cast their crowns before his throne;
Cry, in reverential tone,
Glory be to God alone,
Holy, holy, holy One!

Hark! the thrilling symphonies
Seem, methinks, to seize us;
Join we to the holy lays—
Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!
Sweetest sound in seraphs' song;
Sweetest note on mortals' tongue;
Sweetest carol ever sung:
Jesus! Jesus! flow along.