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Baptist Harmony, p. 471


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,

Burst, ye intervening skies,

Sun of righteousness, arise,

Open 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 with the theme.


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 give to God alone;

'Holy, holy, holy One!'


Hark! the thrilling symphonies

Seem, methinks, to seize us

Join we too their holy lays,

Jesus, Jesus, Jesus!

Sweetest sound in seraph's song--

Sweetest notes on mortal tongue

Sweetest carol ever sung--

Jesus, Jesus, roll along.

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