Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise,
Into thy native skies,
Assume thy right;
And where, in many a fold,
The clouds are backward rolled;
Pass thro' these gates of gold,
And reign in light.

2 Victor o'er death and hell,
Cherubic legions swell
The radiant strain;
Praises all heav'n inspire;
Each angel sweeps his lyre,
And claps 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 your portals throw!
Savior, 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
Thine heritage.

Matthew Bridges, 1848.