1 Hail the day that sees him rise,
Ravish'd from our wishful eyes;
Christ awhile to mortals given,
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 heav'n receives,
Still he loves the earth he leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls mankind his own;
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent his death he pleads,
Next himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.

3 Master, may we ever say,
Taken from our world away,
See thy faithful servants, see,
Ever gazing up to thee;
Grant, though parted from our sight,
High above yon azure height,
Grant our souls may thither rise,
Following thee beyond the skies.

4 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking when our Lord shall come,
Longing for a happier home;
There we shall with thee remain,
Partners of thine endless reign;
There thy face unclouded see,
Find our heaven of heavens in thee.