The Glory of Jesus

Verse 1

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! Sons of righteousness, arise! Ope the gates of paradise?

Chorus

O, how good it is to be blessed, And dwell where loving Jesus is!

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

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!"