Sing we tri­um­phant hymns of praise,
New hymns to Hea­ven ex­ult­ing raise:
Christ, by a road be­fore un­trod,
Ascendeth to the throne of God.

The ho­ly apos­tol­ic band
Upon the Mount of Ol­ives stand,
And with the vir­gin mo­ther see
Jesu’s re­splen­dent ma­jes­ty.

To whom the an­gels, draw­ing nigh,
Why stand and gaze up­on the sky?
This is the Sav­ior! thus they say,
This is His noble tri­umph day!

Again ye shall be­hold Him, so
As ye to­day have seen Him go;
In glo­ri­ous pomp as­cend­ing high,
Up to the por­tals of the sky.

O grant us thi­ther­ward to tend,
And with un­wear­ied hearts as­cend
Toward Thy king­dom’s throne, where Thou
As is our faith, art seat­ed now.

Be Thou our joy and strong de­fense,
Who art our fu­ture re­com­pense:
So shall the light that springs from Thee
Be ours through all eter­ni­ty.

O ris­en Christ, as­cend­ed Lord,
All praise to Thee let earth ac­cord,
Who art, while end­less ag­es run,
With Fa­ther and with Spir­it One.