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 he that comes in glory
with the trump of jubilee?
Lord of battles, God of armies,
he has 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 While he lifts his hands in blessing
he is parted from his friends;
while their eager eyes behold him,
he upon the clouds ascends;
he who walked with God and pleased him,
preaching truth and doom to come,
he, our Enoch, is translated
to his everlasting home.

4 Now our heav'nly Aaron enters
with his blood within the veil;
Joshua now is come to Canaan,
and the kings before him quail.
Now he plants the tribes of Israel
in their promised resting place,
now our great Elijah offers
double portion of his grace.

5 He has 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,
mighty Lord, in thine Ascension
we by faith behold our own.