1 See the Conqu'ror mounts in triumph;
See the King in royal state,
Riding on the clouds His chariot
To His heav'nly palace gate;
Hark! the choirs of angel-voices
Joyful alleluias sing,
And the portals high are lifted
To receive their heav'nly King.

2 Who is this that comes in glory,
With the trump of jubilee?
Lord of battles, God of armies,
He hath gained the victory;
He who on the cross did suffer,
He who from the grave arose,
He has vanquished sin and Satan;
He by death has spoiled His foes.

3 Thou hast raised our human nature
On the clouds to God's right hand;
There we sit in heav'nly places,
There with Thee in glory stand.
Jesus reigns, adored by angels,
Man with God is on the throne;
Mighty Lord, in Thine ascension,
We by faith behold our own.