Verse 1
Hail the day that sees Him rise,
Ravished from our wistful eyes!
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Reascends His native heaven

Verse 2
There the pompous triumph waits:
Lift your heads, eternal gates,
Wide unfold the radiant scene;
Take the King of Glory in!

Verse 3
Him though highest heaven receives,
Still He loves the earth He leaves;
Though returning to His throne,
Still He calls mankind His own

Verse 4
See! He lifts His hands above;
See! He shows the prints of love;
Hark! His gracious lips bestow
Blessings on His Church below

Verse 5
Still for us He intercedes,
His prevailing Death He pleads,
Near Himself prepares our place,
He the first-fruits of our race

Verse 6
Lord for ever we shall cry
To Thee, who art gone on high
That, behold us Thy servants
As we steadfastly look up

Verse 7
Lord, though parted from our sight
Far above the starry height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Seeking Thee above the skies

Verse 8
Up there with Thee for ever
In everlasting kingdom;
There, we shall behold Thy face,
In the heaven of Thy grace