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Hail the day that saw him rise.
Hail the day that saw him rise,
Ravished from his people’s eyes;
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Re-ascends his native heaven.
There the glorious triumph waits—
“Lift your heads, you heavenly gates;
Wide unfold the radiant scene,
Take the King of glory in.”
2 He, whom highest heaven receives,
Ever loves the friends he leaves;
Though returning to his throne,
Still he calls his saints his own;
Still for us he intercedes,
Prevalent his death he pleads;
Near himself prepares a place,
Harbinger of human race.
3 Taken from our eyes to-day,
Master, hear us when we pray;
See thy needy servants, see,
Ever gazing up to thee:
Grant, though parted from our sight,
Far above yon azure hight,
Grant our hearts may thither rise,
Follow thee beyond the skies.
4 Ever upward let us move,
Wafted on the wings of love;
Looking when the Lord shall come,
Longing, reaching after home;
There for ever to remain,
Partners of thy endless reign;
There thy face unclouded see,
Find our heaven of heavens in thee.
C. Wesley.