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