Burst, Ye Emerald Gates

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.

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 same.

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.

Hark! the thrill­ing sym­pho­nies

Seem

me­think

to seize us

Join we

too

their ho­ly lay—

Sing of Him who saves us;

Sweetest sound in ser­aph song—

Sweetest note on mor­tal tongue

Sweetest car­ol ev­er sung—

Let its ech­oes flow along.