Lyman Abbott - Ascension Hymn - текст песни (слова)

Hail the day that sees Him rise, 
 Glorious to His native skies: 
 Christ, awhile to mortals giv'n, 
 Enters now the highest heav'n.
 
 There the glorious triumph waits; 
 Lift your heads, eternal gates! 
 Wide unfold the radiant scene; 
 Take the King of glory in.
 
 See, the heav'n its Lord receives, 
 Yet He loves the earth He leaves:
 Though returning to His throne, 
 Still He calls mankind His own. 
 
 Still for us He intercedes, 
 His prevailing death He pleads;
 Near himself prepares our place
 Great forerunner of our race.