O Savior, Who for Man Has Trod

Verse 1

O Saviour, Who for man hast trod The winepress of the wrath of God, Ascend, and claim again on high Thy glory, left for us to die.

Verse 2

A radiant cloud is now Thy seat, And earth lies stretched beneath Thy feet; Ten thousand thousands round Thee sing, And share the triumph of their King.

Verse 3

The angel-host enraptured waits: "Lift up your heads, eternal gates!" O God and Man! the Father's throne Is now for evermore Thine own.

Verse 4

Our great High-Priest and Shepherd, Thou Within the veil art entered now, To offer there Thy precious blood Once poured on earth, a cleansing flood.

Verse 5

And thence the Church, Thy chosen bride, With countless gifts of grace supplied, Through all her members draws from Thee Her hidden life of sanctity.

Verse 6

O Christ our Lord, of Thy dear care Thy lowly members heaven-ward bear; Be ours with Thee to suffer pain, With Thee for evermore to reign.

Verse 7

Amen.