Wake, ye saints, the song of triumph

Verse 1

Wake, ye saints, the song of triumph, Let the hallelujahs ring To the Lord on high ascended, Christ our Brother, Christ our King: Entered now within the veil, Jesus! our Forerunner, hail!

Verse 2

Parted in the act of blessing, To His foll'wers still he cleaves; Though the highest Heav'n receives him, Still he loves the Earth he leaves. Seated on his Father's throne, Still he calls mankind his own.

Verse 3

Well He knew it was expedient, For our sake, that He should go; That the promise of the Father Might be shed on us below. Now, though widowed and bereft, Not as orphans are we left.

Verse 4

By the Spirit of adoption, Abba, Father, taught us to say, Waiting till our Head shall call us, Up the Heav'n-illumined way; Blessed Lord, in brightest view, Ever we look up to you.