1 Hail the day that sees him rise,
And ascend his native skies!
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Enters now the gates of heaven.

2 There the glorious triumph waits;
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Christ hath vanquished death and sin;
Take the King of glory in.

3 See, the heaven 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 Saviour, parted from our sight,
High above yon azure hight,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Following thee beyond the skies.