100. Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring

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.

Text Information
First Line: Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring
Title: Burst, ye emerald gates, and bring
Meter: 7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7
Language: English
Publication Date: 1854
Source: Baptist Harmony, p. 471
Tune Information
Meter: 7, 6, 7, 6, 7, 7, 7, 7

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