Know ye the Lord hath borne away
Your mas­ter from your head today?
Yea, we know it; yet we raise
Joyous strains of hope and praise!
He is gone, but not before
All His earth­ly work is o’er.
Alleluia!

Know ye the Lord hath borne away
Your mas­ter from your head to­day?
Yea, we know it; stand afar;
Mark His bright tri­um­phal car,
Mighty end of migh­ty deeds,
Clouds His cha­ri­ot, winds His steeds!
Alleluia!

Know ye the Lord hath borne away
Your mas­ter from your head to­day?
Yea, we know it; ere He left,
Jordan’s stream in twain was cleft;
With that glo­ri­ous act in view,
We shall one day cleave it, too!
Alleluia!

Know ye the Lord hath borne away
Your mas­ter from your head to­day?
Yea, we know it; won­drous love
Bids Him seek His home above;
He hath said ’tis bet­ter so;
See His man­tle dropped be­low!
Alleluia!

Know ye the Lord hath borne away
Your Mas­ter from your head to­day?
Yea, we know it; lo! we trace
Plenteous por­tions of His grace,
Sent to all whose hearts can soar
Whither He has gone be­fore.
Alleluia!

Know ye the Lord hath borne away
Your mas­ter from your head to­day?
Yea, we know it; search would fail,
If ye passed through mount and vale;
Earth con­tains Him not, though wide;
Seek Him at His Fa­ther’s side!
Alleluia!