Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring
P. M.
Burst, ye emerald gates, and bringTo my raptured visionAll the ecstatic joys that springRound the bright Elysian!Lo! we lift our longing eyes:Break, ye intervening skies!Sons of righteousness, arise!Ope the gates of paradise!
O, how good it is to be blest,And dwell where loving Jesus is!
Floods of everlasting lightFreely flash before him;Myriads, with supreme delight,Instantly adore him;Angels' trumps resound his fame;Lutes of lucid gold proclaimAll the music of his name,Heaven echoing the theme.
O, how good it is to be blest,And dwell where loving Jesus is!
Four and twenty elders riseFrom 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!
O, how good it is to be blest,And dwell where loving Jesus is!
Hark! the thrilling symphoniesSeem, 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.
O, how good it is to be blest,And dwell where loving Jesus is!