1 

See the Conqu'ror mount in triumph,

   See the King in royal state

Riding on the clouds His chariot

   To His heav'nly palace gate;

Hark! The choirs of angel voices

   Joyful hallelujahs sing,

And the portals high are lifted

   To receive, to receive, to receive their heav'nly King.

 2 

Who is this that comes in glory,

   With the trump of jubilee?

Lord of battles, God of armies,

   He has gained the victory;

He who on the cross did suffer,

   He who from the grave arose,

He has vanquished sin and Satan,

   He by death, He by death, He by death has spoiled His foes.

 3 

While He lifts His hands in blessing

   He is parted from His friends;

While their eager eyes behold Him,

   He upon the clouds ascends;

He who walked with God and pleased Him,

   Preaching truth and doom to come,

He, our Enoch, is translated

   To His home, to His home, to His everlasting home.

 4 

Now our heavenly Aaron enters,

   With His blood, within the veil;

Joshua now is come to Canaan,

   And the kings before Him quail;

Now He plants the tribes of Israel

   In their promised resting-place;

Now our great Elijah offers

   Of His grace, of His grace, double portion of His grace.

 5 

He has raised our human nature

   On the clouds to God's right hand;

There we sit in heav'nly places,

   There with Him in glory stand.

Jesus reigns, adored by angels;

   Man with God is on the throne;

Mighty Lord, in Thine ascension

   We by faith, we by faith, we by faith behold our own.