See, the Conqueror mounts in triumph;|
See the King in royal state,
Riding on the clouds, His chariot,
To His heavenly palace gate!
Hark! the choirs of angel voices
Joyful alleluias sing,
And the portals high are lifted
To receive their heavenly 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 hath 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 heavenly 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. Thou hast raised our human nature
On the clouds to God's right hand;
There we sit in heavenly 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.
6. Holy Ghost, Illuminator,|
Shed Thy beams upon our eyes,
Help us to look up with Stephen
And to see beyond the skies,
Where the Son of Man in glory
Standing is at God's right hand,
Beckoning on His martyr army,
Succoring His faithful band.
7. See Him who is gone before us
Heavenly mansions to prepare;
See Him who is ever pleading
For us with prevailing prayer;
See Him who with sound of trumpet
And with His angelic train,
Summoning the world to Judgment,
On the clouds will come again.
8. Raise us up from earth to heaven,
Give us wings of faith and love,
Gales of holy aspirations
Wafting us to realms above,
That, with hearts and minds uplifted,
We with Christ, our Lord, may dwell
Where He sits enthroned in glory
In His heavenly citadel.
9. So at last, when He appeareth,
We from our own graves may spring,
With our youth renewed like eagles',
Flocking round our heavenly King,
Caught up on the clouds of heaven,
And may meet Him in the air,
Rise to realms where He is reigning
And may reign forever there.
10. Glory be to God the Father;
Glory be to God the Son,
Dying, risen, ascending for us,
Who the heavenly realm hath won;
Glory to the Holy Spirit!
To One God in Persons Three
Glory both in earth and heaven,
Glory, endless glory, be.