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 now goes before,
Upon 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.