Hail the day that sees him rise
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Hail the day that sees him rise,And ascend his native skies!Christ, awhile to mortals given,Enters now the gates of heaven.
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There the glorious triumph waits;Lift your heads, eternal gates!Christ hath vanquished death and sin;Take the King of glory in.
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See, the heaven its Lord receives!Yet he loves the earth he leaves;Though returning to his throne,Still he calls mankind his own.
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See, he lifts his hands above!See, he shows the prints of love!Hark! his gracious lips bestowBlessings on his church below.
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Saviour, parted from our sight,High above yon azure hight,Grant our hearts may thither rise,Following thee beyond the skies.