A hymn of glo-ry let us sing,
New songs through-out the world shall ring;
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia.
Christ, by a road be-fore un-trod,
As-cend-eth to the throne of God,
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia,
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia.
The ho-ly a-pos-tol-ic band,
Up-on the Mount of Ol-ives stand;
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia,
And with His fol-low-ers they see
Je-sus' re-splen-dent maj-es-ty.
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia,
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia.
To whom the an-gels, draw-ing nigh,
"Why stand and gaze up-on the sky?"
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia,
"This is the Sa-vior," thus they say,
"This is His no-ble tri-umph day."
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia,
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia.
"A-gain shall ye be-hold him so
As ye to-day have seen Him go,
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia,
In glo-rious pomp as-cend-ing high,
Up to the por-tals of the sky."
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia,
Al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia, al-le-lu-ia.