Lo, God to Heav’n Ascendeth (EN 973)

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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!

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.”