Bear me on Thy rapid wing,
Everlasting Spirit!
Where bright choirs of angels sing,
And the saints inherit;
Waiting round the eternal throne,
Joys immortal are their own;
This the cry of every one—
“Glory to th’ Incarnate Son!”
Four-and-twenty elders rise
From their princely station,
Shout His glorious victories,
Sing His great salvation;
Cast their crowns before His throne,
Cry, in reverential tone,
“Holy! Holy! Holy One!
Glory be to God alone.”
Hark! the thrilling symphonies
Seem within to seize us;
Add we to their holy lays-
“Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!”
Sweetest name on mortal’s tongue,
Sweetest note in angels’ song,
Sweetest anthem ever known;
Jesus, Jesus, reign alone.