Thou Art Gone Up On High

Thou art gone up on high

To mansions in the skies;

And round Thy throne unceasingly

The songs of praise arise:

But we are lingering here,

With sin and care oppressed;

Lord, send thy promised Comforter,

And lead us to Thy rest.

Thou art gone up on high;

But Thou didst first come down,

Through earth's most bitter agony,

To pass unto Thy crown;

And girt with griefs and fears

Our onward course must be;

But only let that path of tears

Lead us at last to thee.

Thou art gone up on high;

But Thou shalt come again,

With all the bright ones of the sky

Attendant in Thy train.

Lord, by Thy saving power,

So make us live and die,

That we may stand, in that dread hour,

At Thy right hand on high.

Amen.