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.