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THE Saviour stood on Olivet ;
His earthly task was o'er ;
On this world's dreary shore ?
He raised on high His hands divine,
He blessed His faithful train ;
Such blessings hear again ?
3 Then slowly toward the expecting sky
That sky's Creator rose ;
Bade heaven's bright gates unclose.
4 He entered in, the Lord of might,
Eternal and supreme ;
Illumed with brighter beam,
5 O Thou, who thus exalted art,
On whom our souls rely ;
To dwell with Thee on high.
6 And when at last the archangel's voice
Shall call us from the grave,
Through Him who died to save. Amen.
Is crowned with glory now;
The mighty Victor's brow.
Is His, is His by right,
And Heaven's eternal Light.
3 The joy of all who dwell above,
The joy of all below,
And grants His Name to know.
4. To them the Cross, with all its shame,
With all its grace, is given;
Their joy the joy of Heaven.
5 They suffer with their Lord below,
They reign with Him above,
The mystery of His love.
6 The cross He bore is life and health,
Though shame and death to Him,
WHERE high the heavenly Temple stands,
2 He, Who for men their surety stood,
And poured on earth His precious Blood,
3 Though now ascended up on high,
He bends on earth a Brother's eye;
4 Our Fellow-Sufferer still retains
A fellow-feeling of our pains;
5 In every pang that rends the heart
The Man of sorrows had a part ;
6 With boldness, therefore, at the Throne,
Let us make all our sorrows known;
Nobis Olympo redditus.
How boundless our eternal gain ! 3 With open face and joyful heart
We then shall see Thee as Thou art ;
Our praise shall never cease to flow. 4 Thy never failing grace to prove,
A surety of Thine endless love,
The raiser of our souls to Thee. 5 O Future Judge, Eternal Lord,
Thy Name be hallowed and adored ;
7. Chandler. (tr.)
To mansions in the skies,
The songs of praise arise,
But we are lingering here
With sin and care oppressed ;
And lead us to Thy rest !
Thou art gone up on high:
But Thou didst first come down,
To pass unto Thy crown:
Our onward course must be;
Lead us, at last, to Thee !
3 Thou art gone up on high :
But Thou shalt come again
Attendant in Thy train.
So make us live and die,