Thou hast ascended on high, Thou hast led captivity captive. Psalm 68:18
Words: Fanny Crosby, The Blind Girl, and Other Poems (New York: Wiley & Putnam, 1844), pages 71–72.
Hail, sacred morn! when from the tomb
The Son of God arose,
Captivity He captive led,
And triumphed o’er His foes.
Rejoice oh, holy church, rejoice
Awake thy noblest strain,
Put off thy weeds of mourning now,
The Savior lives again.
Oh! let thy loud hosannahs reach
The portals of the sky,
While angels tune their gentle harps
And heav’nly choirs reply.
“Glory to God He ever lives
To plead our cause above,
He, He is worthy to receive
All honor, power, and love.
“Hail, mighty King! we at Thy feet
Our grateful homage pay,
Accept the humble sacrifice,
And wash our sins away.
Then at the resurrection morn,
When the last trump shall sound,
May we awake to life anew,
And with Thy saints be found.