1 O Saviour, Who for man hast trod
The winepress of the wrath of God,
Ascend, and claim again on high
Thy glory, left for us to die.
2 A radiant cloud is now Thy seat,
And earth lies stretched beneath Thy feet;
Ten thousand thousands round Thee sing,
And share the triumph of their King.
3 The angel-host enraptured waits:
"Lift up your heads, eternal gates!"
O God and Man! the Father's throne
Is now for evermore Thine own.
4 Our great High-Priest and Shepherd, Thou
Within the veil art entered now,
To offer there Thy precious blood
Once poured on earth, a cleansing flood.
5 And thence the Church, Thy chosen bride,
With countless gifts of grace supplied,
Through all her members draws from Thee
Her hidden life of sanctity.
6 O Christ our Lord, of Thy dear care
Thy lowly members heaven-ward bear;
Be ours with Thee to suffer pain,
With Thee for evermore to reign.
|First Line:||O Saviour, Who for man hast trod|
|Title:||O Saviour, Who for man hast trod|
|Translator:||J. Chandler (1837)|
|Author:||C. Coffin (1736)|
|Notes:||Tune name in index: ALSTONE|
|Name:||[O Saviour, Who for man hast trod]|
|Composer:||C. E. Willing|