Says, pointing upwards—that he is not here,

That he is risen.

Samuel Rogers.

Deign from Thy glory, Saviour, now to shed

On us Thy quickening Spirit’s influence,

That, risen with Thee, our hearts with strong desire

May seek the things above, and join the strain

Of seraphs that surround Thy sapphire throne,

Mingle our songs with theirs, till, in one tide

Of harmony, the pealing anthem roll