[Revelation 4.] 1 SINNERS look up, by grace forgiven, Behold an open door in heaven; Attend, ye souls in Jesus found, The Saviour’s voice, the trumpet’s sound. Hither come up, He cries, and see The secrets of eternity. 2 Rise, in the Spirit’s rapture, rise To yon bright throne above the skies; To Him who sits sublime thereon, In colour like a sardine stone, And scatters, as the jasper’s rays, The glories of His dreadful face. 3 Tremble; yet O! with love draw near, The showery