1 God is gone up, our Lord and king,
With shouts of joy and trumpet's sound;
To him repeated praises sing,
And let the cheerful song go round.

2 Your utmost skill in praise be shwon
For him, who all the world commands,
Who sits upon his righteous throne,
And spreads his love to distant lands!

3 Our chiefs and tribes that far from hence
T'adore this God of Abraham came,
Found him their constant sure defence,
How great and glorious is his name!

4 His chariots numberless, his pow'rs
Are heav'nly hosts that wait his will;
His presence now fills Sion's tow'rs,
As once it honour'd Sinai's hill.

5 Ascending high in triumph thou
Hast gifts receiv'd for sinful men,
And captive led captivity,
That God may dwell on earth again.

6 Ev'n rebels shall partake thy grace,
And humble proselytes repair
To worship at thy dwelling place,
And all the world pay homage there.

7 For benefits each day bestow'd,
Be daily his great name ador'd;
Who is our Saviour and our God,
Of life and death the sov'reign Lord.