After three days Thou didst rise
Visible to mortal eyes:
First the Eleven worshipped Thee,—
Then the rest in Galilee:
Then a cloud in glory bore
Thee to Thine own native shore.
Boldly David poured the strain:
GOD ascends to Heav’n again:
With the trumpet’s pealing note
Alleluias round Him float;
As He now, by hard-won right,
Seeks the Fount of purest Light!
Crime on crime, and grief on grief,
Left the world without relief:
Now that aged, languid race,
GOD hath quickened by His grace:
As Thy going up we see,
Glory to Thy Glory be!
Darkness and awe, when Sinai’s top he trod,
Taught him of faltering tongue the Law of GOD:
The mist was scattered from his spirit’s eye,
He praised and hymned the Maker of the sky,
When He That is and was and shall be, passed by.
Hymns of the Eastern Church, 1866