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 The radiant train Praises all heaven inspire Each angel sweeps his lyre And claps 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 yon 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 Bought with Thy blood and tears- Thy heritage!