Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise

Into thy native skies—

Assume thy right;

And where in many a fold,

The clouds are backward rolled—

Pass through those gates of gold,

And reign in light!

2 Victor o’er death and hell!

Cherubic legions swell

The radiant train;

Praises all heaven inspire,

Each angel sweeps his lyre,

And waves his wings of fire,

Thou Lamb once slain!

3 Enter, incarnate God!

No feet but thine have trod

The serpent down:

Blow the full trumpets, blow!

Wider yon portals throw!

Saviour, triumphant, go

And take thy crown!

4 Lion of Judah—hail!

And let thy name prevail

From age to age:

Lord of the rolling years—

Claim for thine own the spheres,

For thou hast bought with tears

Thy heritage.