Lo, God to Heaven Ascendeth

Verse 1

Lo, God to heav'n ascendeth! Great joy doth there abound; With shouts triumphant blendeth The trumpet's thrilling sound. Sing praise to Christ the Lord; Sing praise with exultation, King of each heathen nation, The God of hosts adored!

Verse 2

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.

Verse 3

No more the way is hidden, Since Christ, our Head, arose; No more to man forbidden, The road to heav'n that goes; Our Lord is gone before, Yet here He will not leave us, But soon in heav'n receive us: He opens wide the door.

Verse 4

Christ is our place preparing. To heav'n 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 heav'nward bound!

Verse 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 pow'r is given, Our joy and hope and crown.