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 misery to pass unto
Thy crown;
And girt with griefs and fears our onward course
must be;
But only let this 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.