See, the Conqueror Mounts in Triumph

See

the con­quer­or mounts in tri­umph;

See the King in roy­al state

Riding on the clouds

His cha­ri­ot

To His heav’n­ly pal­ace gate.

Hark! the choirs of an­gel voic­es

Joyful hal­le­lu­jahs sing

And the por­tals high are lift­ed

To receive their heav’n­ly king.

Who is this that comes in glo­ry

With the trump of ju­bi­lee?

Lord of bat­tles

God of ar­mies

He has gained the vic­to­ry.

He who on the cross did suf­fer

He who from the grave arose

He has van­quished sin and Sa­tan

He by death has spoiled His foes.

While He raised His hands in bless­ing

He was part­ed from His friends;

While their ea­ger eyes be­hold Him

He up­on the clouds as­cends;

He who walked with God and pleased Him

Preaching truth and doom to come

He

our En­och

is trans­lat­ed

To His ev­er­last­ing home.

Now our heav’n­ly Aar­on en­ters

With His blood

with­in the veil;

Joshua now is come to Ca­naan

And the kings be­fore Him quail;

Now He plants the tribes of Is­ra­el

In their pro­mised rest­ing place;

Now our great Eli­jah of­fers

Double por­tion of His grace.

Thou hast raised our hu­man na­ture

In the clouds to God’s right hand;

There we sit in heav’n­ly plac­es

There with Thee in glo­ry stand;

Jesus reigns

ad­ored by an­gels;

Man with God is on the throne;

Mighty Lord

in Thine as­cen­sion

We by faith be­hold our own.

Holy Ghost

il­lum­in­at­or

Shed Thy beams up­on our eyes

Help us to look up with Ste­phen

And to see be­yond the skies

Where the Son of Man in glo­ry

Standing is at God’s right hand

Beckoning on His mar­tyr ar­my

Succoring His faith­ful band.

See Him

who is gone be­fore us

Heav’nly man­sions to pre­pare

See Him

who is ev­er plead­ing

For us with pre­vail­ing pray­er;

See Him

who with sound of trum­pet

And with His an­gel­ic train

Summoning the world to judg­ment

On the clouds will come again.

Lift us up from earth to Heav­en;

Give us wings of faith and love

Gales of ho­ly as­pi­ra­tions

Wafting us to realms ab­ove;

That

with hearts and minds up­lift­ed

We with Christ our Lord may dwell

Where He sits en­throned in glo­ry

In His heav’n­ly ci­ta­del.

So at last

when He ap­pear­eth

We from out our graves may spring

With our youth re­newed like ea­gles

Flocking round our heav’n­ly king

Caught up on the clouds of Heav­en

And may meet Him in the air

Rise to realms where He is reign­ing

And may reign for ev­er there.

Glory be to God the Fa­ther

Glory be to God the Son

Dying

ris’n

as­cend­ing for us

Who the heav’n­ly realm has won;

Glory to the Ho­ly Spir­it

To one God in pers­ons Three;

Glory both in earth and Heav­en

Glory

end­less glo­ry

be!