Rise, Glorious Conqueror, Rise

Rise, glorious Leader, rise

Into Thy native skies,

Assume Thy right;

And where, in many a fold,

The clouds are backward roll’d,

Pass thro’ those gates of gold;

And reign in light.

Victor o’er death and hell,

Cherubic legions swell

Thy radiant train;

Praises all heav’n 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 trumpet, blow!

Wider your portals throw!

Saviour triumphant go,

And take thy crown!