3 Enter, incarnate God! No feet but thine have trod The serpent down: Blow the full trumpets, blow! Wider yon portals throw! Saviour, triumphant, go And take thy crown!
4 Lion of Judah—hail! And let thy name prevail From age to age: Lord of the rolling years— Claim for thine own the spheres, For thou hast bought with tears Thy heritage.
202 7s, 6s & 7s. Psalm 45.
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.
2 Floods of everlasting light Freely flash before him; Myriads, with supreme delight, Instantly adore him Angelic trumps resound his fame; Lutes of lucid gold proclaim All the music of his name; Heaven resounding with the theme.
3 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.