1 Lo, God to heav'n ascendeth!
Thro'out its regions vast
With shouts triumphant blendeth
The trumpet's thrilling blast:
Sing praise to Christ the Lord;
Sing praise with exultation,
King of each heathen nation,
The God of hosts adored!
2 With joy is heav'n resounding
Christ's glad return to see;
Behold the saints surrounding
The Lord who set them free.
Bright myriads, thronging, come;
The cherub band rejoices,
And loud seraphic voices
All welcome Jesus home.
3 From cross to throne ascending,
We follow Christ on high
And know the pathway wending
To mansions in the sky.
Our Lord is gone before;
Yet here He will not leave us,
But soon in heav'n receive us
And open wide the door.
4 Our place He is preparing:
To heav'n we, too, shall rise,
With Him His glory sharing,
Be where our Treasure lies:
Bestir thyself, my soul!
Where Jesus Christ has entered,
There let thy hope be centered,
Press onward toward the goal.
5 Let all our thoughts be winging
To where Thou didst ascend,
And let our hearts be singing:
"We seek Thee, Christ, our Friend,
Thee, God's exalted Son,
Our life, and Way to heaven,
To whom all power is given,
Our Joy and Hope and Crown."
Amen.