After three days Thou didst rise

Visible to mortal eyes:

First the Eleven worshipped Thee,—

Then the rest in Galilee:

Then a cloud in glory bore

Thee to Thine own native shore.

Boldly David poured the strain:

GOD ascends to Heav’n again:

With the trumpet’s pealing note

Alleluias round Him float;

As He now, by hard-won right,

Seeks the Fount of purest Light!

Crime on crime, and grief on grief,

Left the world without relief:

Now that aged, languid race,

GOD hath quickened by His grace:

As Thy going up we see,

Glory to Thy Glory be!

Darkness and awe, when Sinai’s top he trod,

Taught him of faltering tongue the Law of GOD:

The mist was scattered from his spirit’s eye,

He praised and hymned the Maker of the sky,

When He That is and was and shall be, passed by.