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2 The heavens with joy receive their Lord, By saints, by angel hosts adored;
O day of exultation!
With grateful adoration.
3 Our great High Priest hath gone before. Now on His Church His grace to pour,
And still His love He giveth:
GOD is gone up with a merry noise
2 Now empty are the courts of death,
And crushed thy sting, despair; And roses bloom in the desert tomb, For Jesus hath been there!
3 And He hath tamed the strength of hell,
And dragged him through the sky, And captive behind His chariot wheel He hath bound captivity.
4 God is gone up with a merry noise
Of saints that sing on high; With His own right hand and His holy arm He hath won the victory!
HE is gone—beyond the skies,
2 He is gone—and we return,
With welcome shout His coming feet;
3 He is gone—and we remain
4 He is gone—we heard Him say,
Though Himself no more we see,
5 He is gone—towards their goal
Still His words before us range
6 He is gone—but we once more
In the heaven of heavens the same,
7 He is gone—but, not in vain,
OYE who love the Lord, And feel His quickening power, Unite with one accord His goodness to adore; To heaven and earth aloud proclaim Your great Redeemer's glorious name.
2 He left His throne above,
His glory laid aside,
And wept, and bled, and died:
3 He burst the grave; He rose
Victorious from the dead;
In glorious triumph led:
4 He soon again will come—
His chariot will not stay—
To realms of endless day:
COME, Holy Ghost, eternal God,
2 Visit our minds, into our hearts
Thy heavenly grace inspire;
3 Thou art the very Comforter
In grief and all distress;
4 The fountain and the living spring
Of joy celestial;
5 Thou in Thy gifts art manifold,
By them Christ's Church doth stand; In faithful hearts Thou writ'st Thy law, The finger of God's hand.
6 According to Thy promise, Lord,
Thou givest speech with grace,