Scripture Verse

While they beheld, He was taken up, and a cloud received Him out of their sight. While they looked steadfastly toward Heaven as He went up, behold, two men stood by them in white apparel, and said, Ye men of Galilee, why stand ye gazing up into heaven? This same Jesus, who is taken up from you into Heaven, shall so come in like manner as ye have seen Him go into Heaven. Acts 1:9–11


Ascension of Christ
John Singleton Copley, 1775

Words: La­tin, prob­ab­ly 7th or 8th Cen­tu­ry (Je­su nos­tra re­demp­tio). Trans­lated from its form in the Ro­man Bre­vi­ary (Sa­lu­tis hu­ma­næ Sa­tor) to Eng­lish by Ri­chard Mant, An­cient Hymns from the Ro­man Bre­vi­ary (Lon­don: J. G. & F. Riv­ing­ton, 1837), num­ber 49, alt.

Music: Cre­ation Franz J. Hay­dn, 1798 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

Richard Mant (1776–1848)


Savior of men, our joy su­preme,
The heart’s de­sire and pure de­light;
Who by Thy love didst those re­deem,
Whom Thou cre­at­ed by Thy might:
What un­known love could Thee con­strain,
Our sins, all sin­less, to sus­tain?
And death’s sharp sting to cru­ci­fy,
That we might live and ne­ver die?

Thou break’st through Cha­os’ old do­main,
Unbind’st the pri­soned cap­tive’s band,
And with tri­um­phant state dost reign
In glo­ry on Thy Sire’s right hand.
O for our woes be­nign­ly feel;
Our wounds with gen­tle mer­cy heal;
Our eyes, which long Thy face to see,
Glad with the bliss­ful sight of Thee!

Be Thou our heav’n­ward guide and way,
Thou of our hearts the aim and goal;
Wipe Thou our tears with joy away,
Revive and glad­den Thou the soul!
To Thee, as­cend­ed up to Heav’n,
Triumphant Son, be glo­ry giv’n;
And, girt with Heav’n’s ador­ing host,
Thee, Sire of all; Thee, Ho­ly Ghost!