Rise, Glorious Conqueror

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!

Victor o’er death and hell!

Cherubic le­gions swell!

Thy ra­di­ant train;

Praises all Heav­en in­spire;

Each an­gel sweeps his lyre.

And waves his wings of fire—

Thou Lamb once slain!

Enter

in­car­nate God!

No feet but Thine have trod

The ser­pent down:

Blow the full trum­pets blow!

Wider your por­tals throw!

Savior tri­umph­ant

go

And take Thy crown!

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!

Yet—who are these be­hind

In num­bers more than mind

Can count or say—

Clothed in im­mor­tal stoles

Illumining the poles—

A gal­axy of souls

In white ar­ray?

And then was heard afar

Star an­swer­ing to star—

Lo! these have come

Followers of Him who gave

His life their lives to save;

And now their palms they wave

Brought safe­ly home!

O Lord! as­cend Thy throne!

For Thou shalt rule alone

Beside Thy Sire

With the Great Pa­ra­clete

The Three in One com­plete

Before whose aw­ful feet

All foes ex­pire!