1 Thou art gone up on high
To mansions in the skies;
And round Thy throne unceasingly
The songs of praise arise:
But we are lingering here,
With sin and care oppres'd;
Lord, send Thy promised Comforter,
And lead us to Thy rest.

2 Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou didst first come down,
Through earth's most bitter misery,
To pass unto Thy crown;
And girt with griefs and fears
Our onward course must be;
But only let that path of tears
Lead us at last to Thee.

3 Thou art gone up on high;
But Thou shalt come again,
With all the bright ones of the sky
Attendant in Thy train.
O by Thy saving power
So make us live and die,
That we may stand, in that dread hour
At Thy right hand on high.