The gold­en gates are lift­ed up,
The doors are op­ened wide;
The King of Glo­ry is gone in
Unto His Fa­ther’s side.

Thou art gone up be­fore us, Lord,
To make for us a place,
That we may be where now Thou art,
And look up­on God’s face.

And ev­er on our earth­ly path
A gleam of glo­ry lies,
A light still breaks be­hind the cloud
That veiled Thee from our eyes.

Lift up our hearts, lift up our minds:
Let Thy dear grace be giv’n;
That, while we wan­der here be­low,
Our trea­sure be in Heav’n.

That where Thou art, at God’s right hand,
Our hope, our love, may be:
Dwell Thou in us, that we may dwell
Forevermore in Thee.