Hail the day that sees Him rise,

Ravish’d from our wishful eyes!

Christ, awhile to mortals given,

Re-ascends His native heaven!

There the pompous triumph waits:

“Lift your heads, eternal gates,

Wide unfold the radiant scene,

Take the King of Glory in!”

Circled round with angel powers,

Their triumphant Lord, and ours,

Conqueror over death and sin,

Take the King of Glory in!

Him though highest heaven receives,

Still He loves the earth He leaves;

Though returning to His throne,

Still He calls mankind His own.

See He lifts His hands above!

See He shows the prints of love!

Hark! His gracious lips bestow

Blessings on His church below!

Still for us His death He pleads;

Prevalent, He intercedes;

Near Himself prepares our place,

Harbinger of human race.

Master, (will we ever say,)

Taken from our head to-day;

See Thy faithful servants, see!

Ever gazing up to Thee.

Grant, though parted from our sight,

High above yon azure height,

Grant our hearts may thither rise,

Following Thee beyond the skies.

Ever upward let us move,

Wafted on the wings of love;

Looking when our Lord shall come,

Longing, gasping after home.

There we shall with Thee remain,

Partners of Thy endless reign;

There Thy face unclouded see,

Find our heaven of heavens in Thee!