1 Lord, we rejoice that Thou art gone
To sit upon Thy Father's throne;
Thy path of shame and suff'ring o'er,
Thy heart shall grieve and mourn no more.
2 With joy our wond'ring hearts retrace
Thy ways on earth of pow'r and grace;
We sit as learners at Thy feet,
Thy words than hony far more sweet.
3 O cross of Christ! O glorious tree!
What place can be compared with thee,
Where God's own Son was crucified,
And for our sins a ransom did?
4 We love to look within the tomb
Thy death has robbed of all its gloom;
The stone forever rolled away;
Thy death the pow'r of death did slay.
5 We joy to see Thee, Lord, arise
Triumphant through the opening skies;
And hear all heaven united own
Thee worthy to ascend the throne.
6 Lord, now we wait for Thee to come
And take us to Thy Father's home;
Oh what ecstatic joy 'twill be
To spend eternity with Thee!
Source: A Few Hymns and Some Spiritual Songs. Selected 1856, for the Little Flock. Revised, 1881 #216