Triumphant, Christ ascends on high,

The glorious work complete;

Sin, death, and hell, now vanquished lie

Beneath his awful feet.

2 There, with eternal glory crowned,

The Lord, the Conqueror reigns;

His praise the heavenly choirs resound,

In their immortal strains.

3 Amid the splendors of his throne,

Unchanging love appears;

The names he purchased for his own,

Still on his heart he bears.

4 O, the rich depths of love divine!

Of bliss a boundless store:

Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine;

I can not wish for more.

5 On thee alone, my hope relies;

Beneath thy cross I fall,

My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice,

My Saviour, and my All.