1 Hail the day that sees him rise
To his throne above the skies!
Christ, the Lamb for sinners giv'n,
Reascends his native heav'n.

2 There the glorious triumph waits:
Lift your heads, eternal gates,
He hath conquered death and sin;
Take the King of glory in!

3 See, the heav'n its Lord receives,
Yet He loves the earth He leaves;
Though returning to His throne,
Still He calls mankind His own.

4 See He lifts His hands above;
See, He shows the prints of love.
Hark! His gracious lips bestow
Blessings on His church below.

5 Still for us He intercedes,
His prevailing death He pleads,
Near Himself prepares our place,
Harbinger of human race.

6 There we shall with Thee remain
Partners of Thy endless reign,
There Thy face unclouded see,
Find our heav'n of heav'ns in Thee.