Thou art gone up on high To mansions in the skies; And round Thy throne unceasingly The songs of praise arise: But we are lingering here, With sin and care oppres'd; Lord, send Thy promised Comforter, And lead us to Thy rest.
Thou art gone up on high; But Thou didst first come down, Through earth's most bitter misery, To pass unto Thy crown; And girt with griefs and fears Our onward course must be; But only let that path of tears Lead us at last to Thee.
Thou art gone up on high; But Thou shalt come again, With all the bright ones of the sky Attendant in Thy train. O by Thy saving power So make us live and die, That we may stand, in that dread hour At Thy right hand on high.