1. Lo, God to Heav'n as- cen- deth! Through- out its re- gions vast With shouts tri- um- phant blend- eth the trum- pet's thrill- ing blast: Sing praise to Christ the Lord; sing praise with ex- ul- ta- tion, King of each hea- then na- tion, the God of Hosts a- dored!

2. With joy is Heav'n re- soun- ding Christ's glad re- turn to see; Be- hold the saints sur- roun- ding the Lord who set them free. Bright myr- iads, throng- ing, come; the che- rub band re- joi- ces, And loud ser- a- phic voi- ces Wel- come Mes- si- ah home.

3. No more the way is hid- den, Since Christ our Head a- rose: No more to man for- bid- den The road to Heav'n that goes. Our Lord is gone be- fore; yet here He will not leave us, And soon in Heav'n re- ceive us and o- pen wide the door.

4. Christ is our place pre- par- ing; to Heav'n we, too, shall rise, And, joys an- gel- ic shar- ing, Be where our trea- sure lies: There may each heart be found! Where Je- sus Christ has en- tered, There let our Hope be cen- tered; Our course still heav'n- ward bound.

5. May we, His ser- vants, thi- ther In heart and mind as- cend, And let us sing to- ge- ther: "We seek Thee, Christ, our friend, Thee, God's ex- al- ted Son, our Life, and Way to Hea- ven, To whom all pow'r is giv- en, our Joy and Hope and Crown."