V. Christ's Ascension

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 heaven.
There the pompous triumph waits;
"Lift your heads, eternal gates!
"Wide unfold the radiant scene,
"Take the King of Glory in!"

2 Him though highest heav'n receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own:
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent his death he pleads;
Next 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 upon thee!
Grant, though parted from our sight,
High above yon azure height,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Foll'wing 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'ns in thee.

Text Information
First Line: Hail the day that sees him rise
Title: Christ's Ascension
Language: English
Publication Date: 1783
Notes: For MIDDLETOWN
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