Scripture Verse

When You ascended on high, You led captives in your train. Psalm 68:18


Christopher Wordsworth

Words: Chris­to­pher Words­worth, the Ho­ly Year (Lon­don: Riv­ing­tons, 1862), num­ber 55, alt.

Music: Rust­ing­ton Charles H. Par­ry, 1897 (🔊 pdf nwc).

Alternate Tunes:

Charles H. H. Parry


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!