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.

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!

Our great high priest hath gone be­fore,
Now on 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!