1 The Lord ascendeth up on high,
the Lord hath triumphed gloriously,
in power and might excelling;
the grave and hell are captive led,
lo! he returns, our glorious Head,
to his eternal dwelling.
2 The heavens with joy receive their Lord,
by saints, by angel hosts adored;
O day of exultation!
O earth, adore thy glorious King!
His rising, his ascension sing
with grateful adoration!
3 Our great High Priest hath gone before,
now on his church his grace to pour;
and still his love he giveth;
O may our hearts to him ascend;
may all within us upward tend
to him who ever liveth!
|First Line:||The Lord ascendeth up on high|
|Title:||The Lord Ascendeth Up on High|
|Author:||Arthur T. Russell (1851)|