Scripture Verse

God is gone up with a shout, the Lord with the sound of a trumpet. Psalm 47:5


Words: Gottfried W. Sa­cer, 1661, cen­to (Gott fähr­et auf den Him­mel). Trans­lat­ed from Ger­man to Eng­lish by Fran­ces E. Cox, Sac­red Hymns from the Ger­man, 1841, alt.

Music: Aus Mein­es Herz­ens Grun­de Neu Ca­te­chis­mus-Ge­sang­büch­lein (Ham­burg, Ger­ma­ny: 1598) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pic­ture of Sa­cer or Cox (head-and-shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els), would you ?


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,
Tthe 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.