Lord, we rejoice that Thou art gone
To sit upon Thy Father’s throne;
Thy path of shame and suffering o’er,
Thy heart shall grieve and mourn no more.

With joy our wondering hearts retrace
Thy ways on earth of power and grace;
We sit as learners at Thy feet,
Thy words than honey far more sweet.

O cross of Christ! O glorious tree!
What place can be compared with thee,
Where God’s own Son was crucified,
And for our sins a ransom died?

We love to look within the tomb,
Thy death has robbed of all its gloom;
The stone for ever rolled away;
Thy death the power of death did slay.

We joy to see Thee, Lord, arise
Triumphant through the opening skies;
And hear all heaven united own
Thee worthy to ascend the throne.

Lord, now we wait for Thee to come,
And take us to Thy Father’s home;
Oh what ecstatic joy ’twill be
To spend eternity with Thee!