1 Lo, God to heaven 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.
2 With joy is heaven 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
Welcome Messiah home.
3 No more the way is hidden,
Since Christ, our Head, arose;
No more to man forbidden,
The road to heaven that goes;
Our Lord is gone before,
Yet here He will not leave us,
But soon in heaven receive us:
He opens wide the door.
4 Christ is our place preparing.
To heaven we, too, shall rise,
And, joys angelic sharing,
Be where our treasure lies:
There may each heart be found,
Where Jesus Christ has entered!
There let our hopes be centered,
Our course still heavenward bound!
5 May we, His servants, thither
In heart and mind ascend,
And let us sing together,--
We seek Thee, Christ, our friend,
Thee, God's anointed Son,
Our life, and way to heaven,
To whom all power is given,
Our joy, and hope, and crown.