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The Lord Ascends in Triumph

by Annie B © 2020

The Lord ascends in divine triumph;
See the King in His royal state;
Riding on His majestic chariot
On His way to the heavenly gates.

Who is this who comes in glory,
With the trump of Jubilee?
He is the Lord of all battles;
Who has gained our victory!

On the Cross He did fully suffer;
From the grave and death He arose.
He has vanquished all sin with Satan;
By death, He has spoiled our foes.

When He lifted His Hands in blessings;
He became parted from His friends.
While all eager eyes looked for Him;
As upon the clouds He ascended.

He walks with God and pleases Him;
Preaching Truth and doom to come.
Our Messiah has been translated
To His and our everlasting Home.

Now our Heaven bound Savior enters;
With His blood within the veil.
He will return someday to Canaan;
Then His Children will no longer ail.

He planted the tribes of Israel
In their promised resting place.
Now our great Messiah offers
Double portions of His Grace.

He raised our human nature
In the clouds to God's Right Hand.
There we'll sit in heavenly places;
There with Him, in glory, we will stand

Holy Spirit, Illuminator;
Shed Your beam upon our eyes.
Help us to look to the Apostles
And to see beyond the skies.

Where the Son of God in Glory;
Is standing at the Father's Right Hand;
Calling His armies to the Battle;
While guiding to victory His faithful band.

See Him who is gone before us;
Heavenly mansions, for us, prepare.
See Him, who is ever pleading;
For us with prevailing prayer.

See Him, who with the blast of the trumpet;
And with His angelic hosts He reigns;
Summoning the world to judgment;
When on the clouds, He will come again.

Raise us up from Earth to Heaven;
Please give us wings, and faith, and love;
Treasure troves of aspiration;
Until we're with You in realms above.

Peace in our hearts with minds uplifted;
With Christ our Lord we will dwell;
Where He sits enthroned in glory
In His Heavenly Citadel.

So at last when He appears;
From our graves, we'll joyfully spring;
With our youth renewed like eagles;
Flock around our Heavenly King.

Glory be to God the Father;
Glory be to God His Son;
Dying, rising, and ascending for us;
The heavenly realm He has won.

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