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 tho' highest heaven 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;
Near 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, tho' 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.