Burst, ye em'rald gates, and bring To my raptured vision All th'ecstatic joys that spring Round the bright Elysian. Lo, we lift our longing eyes, Burst, ye intervening skies, Sun of righteousness arise, Ope 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 the theme. Four and twenty elders rise From their princely station; Shout His glor'ous 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!”