See, the Con-queror mounts in tri-umph;
See the King in roy-al state,
Rid-ing on the clouds, His char-iot,
To His heaven-ly pal-ace gate:
Hark! the choirs of an-gel voi-ces
Joy-ful al-le-lu-ias sing,
And the por-tals high are lift-ed
To re-ceive their heaven-ly King.
Who is this that comes in glo-ry,
With the trump of ju-bi-lee?
Lord of bat-tles, God of ar-mies,
He has gained the vic-to-ry;
He who on the cross did suf-fer,
He who from the grave a-rose,
He has van-quished sin and Sa-tan,
He by death has spoiled His foes.
You have raised our hu-man na-ture
In the clouds to God's right hand;
There we sit in heaven-ly plac-es,
There with you in glo-ry stand:
Je-sus reigns, a-dored by an-gels,
Man with God is on the throne;
Might-y Lord, in your as-cen-sion
We by faith be-hold our own.