Thou art gone up on high

To mansions in the skies,

And round Thy throne unceasingly

The songs of praise arise:

But we are lingering here,

With sin and care oppressed;

Lord, send thy promised Comforter,

And lead us to our rest.

Thou art gone up on high;

But Thou didst first come down,

Through earth’s most bitter agony

To pass unto Thy crown:

And girt with griefs and fears

Our onward course must be;

But only let that path of tears

Lead us at last to Thee.

Thou art gone up on high;

But Thou shalt come again,

With all the bright ones of the sky

Attendant in Thy train.

O by Thy saving pow’r

So make us live and die

That we may stand, in that dread hour,

At Thy right hand on high.