Lo, God to Heav’n as­cend­eth!
Throughout its re­gions vast
With shouts tri­um­phant blend­eth
The trum­pet’s thrill­ing blast:
Sing praise to Christ the Lord;
Sing praise with ex­ul­tation,
King of each hea­then na­tion,
The God of hosts adored!

With joy is Heav’n re­sound­ing
Christ’s glad re­turn to see;
Behold the saints sur­round­ing
The Lord who set them free.
Bright my­ri­ads, throng­ing, come;
The che­rub band re­joic­es,
And loud se­ra­phic voic­es
All wel­come Je­sus home.

From cross to throne as­cend­ing,
We fol­low Christ on high
And know the path­way wend­ing
To man­sions in the sky.
Our Lord is gone be­fore;
Yet here He will not leave us,
And soon in Heav’n re­ceive us
And op­en wide the door.

Our place He is pre­par­ing;
To Heav’n we, too, shall rise,
With Him His glo­ry shar­ing,
Be where our trea­sure lies.
Bestir thy­self, my soul!
Where Je­sus Christ has en­tered,
There let Thy hope be cen­tered;
Press on­ward to­ward the goal.

Let all our thoughts be wing­ing
To where Thou didst as­cend,
And let our hearts be sing­ing:
We seek Thee, Christ, our friend,
Thee, God’s ex­alt­ed Son,
Our life, and way to Hea­ven,
To whom all pow­er is giv­en,
Our joy and hope and crown.