Thou Art Gone Up on High

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 op­pressed;

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 this 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.

Lord

by Thy sav­ing pow­er so make us live and die

That we may stand in that dread hour at Thy right hand on high.