Thou art gone up on high,

To mansions in the skies;

And round thy throne unceasingly

The songs of praise arise.



Thou art gone up on high;

But thou wilt come again,

With all the bright ones of the sky

Attendant in thy train.

Forthwith a tongue of fire

Is seen on every brow;

Each heart receives the Father’s light,

The Word’s enkindling glow.



The Holy Ghost on all

Is mightily outpoured,

Who straight in divers tongues declare

The wonders of the Lord.



The Father and the Son,

And Spirit we adore;

Oh, may the Spirit’s gifts be poured

On us for evermore.

What a beautiful sight, when the children of light

In their primitive purity shone!

The disciples of old never strayed from the fold,

But they all were united in one.

The affections of grace were with prayer and with praise

Carried on with their every employ;

Their meals were all blest, and their hearts they expressed

In songs of angelical joy.

Their impotent foes could no longer oppose,

Or withhold their extorted esteem;

But were forced to give place to a torrent of grace,

And were all carried down with the stream.

Our hearts adore the matchless name,

Omnipotent to bless,

The name of Jesus, still the same

Despite our feebleness.

Once in the temple gate we lay

Crippled, till he restored;

But lo, we stand and walk to-day,

Yea, leap to praise the Lord.

All hail, thou dear restoring name,

We will our tongues employ,

To bid the souls which still are lame,

Believe and leap for joy.

Though sinners boldly join against the Lord to rise,

Against his Christ combine, th’ Anointed to despise;

Though earth disdain, and hell engage,

Vain is their rage, their counsel vain.

Jesus the Saviour reigns! on Sion is his throne;

The Lord’s decree sustains his own begotten Son:

Up from the grave he bids him rise,

And mount the skies, with power to save.

Oh, serve the Lord with fear, and rev’rence his command;

With sacred joy draw near, with solemn trembling stand;

Kneel at his throne, your homage bear,

His power declare, and kiss the Son.

Be the matter what it may,

Speak the honest truth alway;

He who lies a pain to waive,

Is at heart a coward slave.



He who speaks with lying tongue

Adds to wrong a greater wrong,

Much provoked is God Most High,

When we dare to tell a lie.

Unaw’d by man’s authority,

Unable to forbear,

What we have seen and heard of thee,

O Lord, we must declare.

The balmy virtue of thy death

We must through life proclaim,

And publish with our latest breath,

Salvation through thy name.

Jesus stands with arms extended,

(Risen from his dazzling throne),

Sees his servants’ warfare ended,

Sends his flaming chariot down,

Smiles triumphant,

Reaches out the palm and crown.

Should he call e’en us t’inherit

Joys for martyr’d saints prepared,

He will fill us with his Spirit,

Pledge of our supreme reward;

Sinking, dying,

We shall view our heavenly Lord.