I

The Lord ascended into heaven

That He might from above

Send down the promised Paraclete

On mission of His love.

II

And there the Father for His Son

Had decked a glorious throne;

And clouds, His chariots, bore Him up,

That He might claim His own.

III

O strangest wonder e’er beheld,

Since ages hoar began,

The angels saw the highest place

Given to a Son of Man.

IV

“O all ye angels praise the Lord,”

The Holy Spirit commands,

“Lift up your gates, ye princes high,

Ye nations, clap your hands.”

V

To God the Father throned on high,

And to the Son be praise,

And to the Spirit—Three in One,

From age to age, always.