Rise, Glorious Conqueror, Rise

Verse 1

Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise Into Thy native skies; Assume Thy right: And where in many a fold The clouds are backward rolled, Pass through those gates of gold, And reign in light.

Verse 2

Victor o’er death and hell, Cherubic legions swell The radiant train: Praises all heaven inspire; Each angel sweeps his lyre, And claps his wings of fire, Thou Lamb once slain!

Verse 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!

Verse 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. AMEN.