1 Hail the day that sees Him rise,
Glorious, to His native skies!
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Reascends His native heaven.
2 There the glorious triumph waits;
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Wide unfold the radiant scene;
Take the King of Glory in!
3 Him though highest heaven receives,
Still 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 His Death He pleads;
Prevalent, He intercedes:
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 heaven of heavens in Thee.
|First Line:||Hail the day that sees Him rise|
|Author:||C. Wesley (1739, a. )|
|Topic:||Ascensión; Ascension Day|
|Notes:||Alternate tune: #13 or #192b|
|Notes:||Composer from index: Sam. Webbe? From Thibaut, King of Navarre, d. 1254?|