Ascension

Verse 1

Angel! roll the rock away;
Death! yield up thy mighty prey;
See! he rises from the tomb,
Glowing with immortal bloom.

Verse 2

’Tis the Savior; angels! raise
Fame’s eternal trump of praise:
Let the world’s remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.

Verse 3

Shout! ye saints! in rapturous song,
Let the strains be sweet and strong;
Shout the Son of God, this morn
From his sepulcher new-born.

Verse 4

Heaven displays her portals wide;
Glorious Hero! through them ride!
King of glory! mount the throne--
Thy great Father’s and thine own.

Verse 1

Christ, the Lord, is risen to-day,
Sons of men and angels say:
Raise your joys and triumphs high;
Sing, ye heavens; thou earth, reply.

Verse 2

Love’s redeeming work is done;
Fought the fight; the battle won:
Lo! our Sun’s eclipse is o’er;
Lo! he sets in blood no more.

Verse 3

Vain the stone, the watch, the seal--
Christ hath burst the gates of hell;
Death in vain forbids his rise--
Christ hath opened paradise.

Verse 4

Lives again our glorious King:
Where, O death, is now thy sting?
Once he died our souls to save:
Where’s thy victory, boasting grave?

Verse 1

Hail! morning known among the blest,
Morning of hope, and joy, and love,
Of heavenly peace, and holy rest,
Pledge of the endless rest above.

Verse 2

Blest be the Father of our Lord,
Who from the dead hath brought his Son;
Hope to the lost was then restored,
And everlasting glory won.

Verse 3

Mercy looked down with smiling eye
When our Immanuel left the dead;
Faith marked his bright ascent on high,
And hope with gladness raised her head.

Verse 1

Hark! ten thousand harps and voices
Sound the note of praise above;
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;
Jesus reigns, the God of love;
See, he sits on yonder throne;
Jesus rules the world alone.

Verse 2

King of glory! reign forever--
Thine an everlasting crown;
Nothing, from thy love, shall sever
Those whom thou hast made thine own;
Happy objects of thy grace,
Destined to behold thy face.

Verse 3

Savior! hasten thine appearing;
Bring, oh, bring the glorious day
When, the awful summons hearing,
Heaven and earth shall pass away;--
Then, with golden harps, we’ll sing,--
“Glory to our King!”

Verse 1

Hosanna to the Prince of Light,
Who clothed himself in clay,
Entered the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.

Verse 2

Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant’s sting away,
And spoiled our hellish foes.

Verse 3

See how the conqueror mounts aloft
And to his Father flies,
With scars of honor in his flesh,
And triumph in his eyes.

Verse 4

There our exalted Savior reigns,
And scatters blessings down;
Our Jesus fills the middle seat
Of the celestial throne.

Verse 1

I know that my Redeemer lives!
What comfort this sweet sentence gives;
He lives, he lives, who once was dead;
He lives, my ever-living Head.

Verse 2

He lives, to bless me with his love;
He lives, to plead for me above;
He lives, my hungry soul to feed;
He lives, to bless in time of need;

Verse 3

He lives, to grant me rich supply;
He lives, to guide me with his eye;
He lives, to comfort me when faint;
He lives, to hear my soul’s complaint;

Verse 4

He lives, my kind, wise, heav’nly Friend;
He lives, and loves me to the end;
He lives, and while he lives I’ll sing;
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.

Verse 5

He lives, all glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior still the same--
Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives:
I know that my Redeemer lives.

Verse 1

I know that my Redeemer lives!
What comfort this sweet sentence gives;
He lives, he lives, who once was dead;
He lives, my ever-living Head.

Verse 2

He lives, to bless me with his love;
He lives, to plead for me above;
He lives, my hungry soul to feed;
He lives, to bless in time of need;

Verse 3

He lives, to grant me rich supply;
He lives, to guide me with his eye;
He lives, to comfort me when faint;
He lives, to hear my soul’s complaint;

Verse 4

He lives, my kind, wise, heav’nly Friend;
He lives, and loves me to the end;
He lives, and while he lives I’ll sing;
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.

Verse 5

He lives, all glory to his name!
He lives, my Savior still the same--
Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives:
I know that my Redeemer lives.

Verse 1

Jesus comes, his conflict over,--
Comes to claim his great reward;
Angels round the Victor hover,
Crowding to behold their Lord;
Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring,
Crown him, everlasting King.

Verse 2

Yonder throne for him erected,
Now becomes the Victor’s seat;
Lo, the man on earth rejected!
Angels worship at his feet:
Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring,
Crown him, everlasting King.

Verse 3

Day and night they cry before him,--
“Holy, holy, holy, Lord!”
All the powers of heaven adore him,
All obey his sovereign word;
Haste, ye saints! your tribute bring,
Crown him, everlasting King.