Lo, God to Heav’n Ascendeth

Lo

God to Heav’n 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!

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.

From cross to throne as­cend­ing

We fol­low Christ on high

And know the path­way wend­ing

To man­sions in the sky.

Our Lord is gone be­fore;

Yet here He will not leave us

And soon in Heav’n re­ceive us

And op­en wide the door.

Our place He is pre­par­ing;

To Heav’n 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.

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.