Lord, When Thou Didst Ascend on High

Lord

when Thou didst as­cend on high

Ten thou­sand an­gels filled the sky;

Those heav­en­ly guards around Thee wait

Like cha­ri­ots that at­tend Thy state.

Not Si­nai’s mount­ain could ap­pear

More glo­ri­ous when the Lord was there;

While He pro­nounced His dread­ful law

And struck the chos­en tribes with awe.

How bright the tri­umph none can tell

When the re­bel­lious pow­ers of hell

That thou­sand souls had cap­tive made

Were all in chains like cap­tives led.

Raised by His Fa­ther to the throne

He sent the pro­mised Spir­it down

With gifts and grace for re­bel men

That God might dwell on earth again.