1 Hail the day that sees Him rise
To His throne beyond the skies!
Christ, the Lamb for sinners given,
Enters now the highest heaven.
There for Him high triumph waits;
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Wide unfold the radiant scene;
Take the King of Glory in.

2 Lo! the heaven its Lord receives,
Yet 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!

3 Still for us His death He pleads;
Prevalent, He intercedes;
Near Himself prepares our place,
He the first-fruits of our race.
Lord, though parted from our sight
Far above the starry height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Seeking Thee above the skies.

Amen.