Triumphant, Christ ascends on high, The glorious work complete; Sin, death, and hell, now vanquished lie Beneath his awful feet. 2 There, with eternal glory crowned, The Lord, the Conqueror reigns; His praise the heavenly choirs resound, In their immortal strains. 3 Amid the splendors of his throne, Unchanging love appears; The names he purchased for his own, Still on his heart he bears. 4 O, the rich depths of love divine! Of bliss a boundless store: Dear Saviour, let me call thee mine; I can not wish for more. 5 On thee alone, my hope relies; Beneath thy cross I fall, My Lord, my Life, my Sacrifice, My Saviour, and my All. 199 C. M. God is gone up with a shout. Psalm 47:5. Arise, ye people, and adore, Exulting strike the chord; Let all the earth, from shore to shore, Confess th’ almighty Lord. 2 Glad shouts aloud—wide echoing round, Th’ ascending Lord proclaim; The angelic choir respond the sound, And shake creation’s frame. 3 They sing of death and hell o’erthrown In that triumphant hour; And God exalts his conquering Son To his right hand of power. 4 O shout, ye people, and adore, Exulting strike the chord; Let all the earth, from shore to shore, Confess th’ almighty Lord. 200 6s & 10s. He became obedient unto death. Phil. 2:8. Thou, who didst stoop below To drain the cup of woe, And wear the form of frail mortality, Thy blesséd labors done, Thy crown of victory won, Hast passed from earth—passed to thy home on high. 2 It was no path of flowers, Through this dark world of ours, Belovéd of the Father! thou didst tread; And shall we in dismay Shrink from the narrow way, When clouds and darkness are around it spread. 3 O thou who art our Life, Be with us through the strife; Thy own meek head with rudest storms was bowed! Raise thou our eyes above To see a Father’s love Beam, like the bow of promise, through the cloud. 4 E’en through the awful gloom Which hovers o’er the tomb, That light of love our guiding star shall be; Our spirits shall not dread The shadowy way to tread, Friend, Guardian, Saviour! which doth lead to thee. 201 6s & 4s. Rule thou, in the midst of thine enemies. Psalm 110:2. Rise, glorious Conqueror, rise Into thy native skies— Assume thy right; And where in many a fold, The clouds are backward rolled— Pass through those gates of gold, And reign in light!