Lo, God to Heaven Ascendeth

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 Chirst'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. 3. From cross to throne ascending, We follow Chirst on high And know the pathway wending To mansions in the sky. Our Lord is gone before; Yet here He will not leave us, But soon in heaven receive us And open wide the door.

4. Our place He is preparing; To heaven we, too, shall rise, With Him His glory sharing, Be where our Treasure lies. Bestir thyself, my soul! Where Jesus Christ has entered, There let thy hope be centered; Press onward toward the goal. 5. Let all our thoughts be winging To where Thou didst ascend, And let our hearts be singing: "We seek Thee, Christ, our Friend, Thee, God's exalted Son, Our Life, and Way to heaven, To whom all power is given, Our Joy and Hope and Crown." 6. Farewell with all thy treasures, O world to falsehood given! Thy dross gives no true pleasures; We seek the joys of heaven. The Savior is our Prize; He comforts us in sadness And fills our hearts with gladness; To Him we lift our eyes.

7. When on our vision dawning, Will break the wished-for hour Of that all-glorious morning When Christ shall come with power? Oh, come, thou welcome day, When we, our Savior meeting, His second advent greeting, Shall hail the Heaven-sent ray.