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!