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Rule thou, in the midst of thine enemies.
Psalm 110:2.
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!
2 Victor o’er death and hell!
Cherubic legions swell
The radiant train;
Praises all heaven inspire,
Each angel sweeps his lyre,
And waves 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 yon portals throw!
Saviour, 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
Thy heritage.