1 Hail the Day, that sees him rise,
Ravish'd from our wishful Eyes;
Christ a while to Mortals giv'n,
Re-ascends his native Heav'n.
There the pompous Triumph waits,
Lift your Heads eternal Gates!
Wide unfold the radiant Scene,
Take the King of Glory in.

2 Him tho' highest Heav'n receives,
Still he loves the Earth he leaves;
Tho' returning to his Throne,
Still he calls Mankind his own:
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent his Death he pleads;
Nest himself prepares our Place,
Harbinger of human Race.

3 Master (may we ever say)
Taken from our Head to Day;
See thy faithful Servants see
Ever gazing up to thee!
Grant, tho' parted from our Sight:
High above yon azure Height,
Grant our Hearts may thither rise,
Following thee beyond the Skies.

4 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 thine endless Reign;
There thy Face unclouded see,
Find our Heav'n of Heav'n in thee.