Scripture Verse

The four and twenty elders fall down before Him that sat on the throne, and worship Him that liveth for ever and ever, and cast their crowns before the throne, saying, Thou art worthy, O Lord, to receive glory and honor and power: for Thou hast created all things, and for Thy pleasure they are and were created. Revelation 4:10–11


Words: Ri­chard Kem­pen­felt (1718–1782).

Music: Trans­port­ing Vi­sion, found in the New Har­mon­ia Sac­ra, le­ga­cy ed­i­tion (Day­ton, Vir­gin­ia: Leg­acy Book Pub­lish­ers, 1980), num­ber 300 (🔊 pdf nwc). The tune does not ap­pear in Jo­seph Funk’s 1835 Com­pil­a­tion of Gen­u­ine Church Mu­sic, though it shares its me­lo­dy with Lo­well Ma­son’s Mer­din (be­low). It may be that lat­er edi­tions of Funk’s books adapt­ed Ma­son’s tune.

Alternate Tune:

  • Merdin, Lo­well Ma­son, The Sac­red Harp or Ec­lec­tic Har­mo­ny (Cin­cin­na­ti, Ohio: Tru­man & Smith, 1835), page 144 (🔊 pdf nwc)
Richard Kempenfelt


Burst, ye emerald gates and bring
To my raptured vision,
All th’ecstatic joys that spring,
Round the bright Elysian;
Lo, we lift our longing eyes;
Break, ye intervening skies;
Sun of Righteousness, arise,
Ope the gates of paradise.

Floods of everlasting light
Freely flash before Him;
Myriads with supreme delight
Instantly adore Him;
Angel trumps resound His fame,
Lutes of lucid gold proclaim
All the music of His name;
Heaven echoing the same.

Four and twenty elders rise,
From their princely station,
Shout His glorious victories,
Sing the great salvation;
Cast their crowns before His throne,
Cry in reverential tone,
Glory be to God alone,
Holy! Holy! Holy One.

Hark! the thrilling symphonies
Seem, methink, to seize us,
Join we, too, their holy lay—
Sing of Him who saves us;
Sweetest sound in seraph song—
Sweetest note on mortal tongue,
Sweetest carol ever sung—
Let its echoes flow along.