Our Christ hath reached his heavenly seat,

Through sorrows and through scars;

The golden lamps are at his feet,

And in his hand the stars.

2 O God of life, and truth, and grace,

Ere nature was begun!

Make welcome to our erring race

Thy Spirit and thy Son.

3 We hail the Church, built high o’er all

The heathens’ rage and scoff;

Thy providence its fenced wall,

“The Lamb the light thereof.”

4 O, may he walk among us here,

With his rebuke and love—

A brightness o’er this lower sphere,

A ray from worlds above!