175 Hail the Day that Sees Him Rise

1 Hail the day that sees him rise To his throne above the skies! Christ, the Lamb for sinners giv'n, Re-ascends his native heav'n. 2 There the glorious triumph waits; Lift your heads, eternal gates! He has conquered death and sin; Take the King of glory in! 3 See, the heav'n its Lord receives, Yet he loves the earth he leaves; Though returning to his throne, Still he calls mankind his own. 4 See, he lifts his hands above; See, he shows the prints of love. Hark! His gracious lips bestow Blessings on his Church below. 5 Still for us he intercedes; His prevailing death he pleads, He, the first of all our race, Near himself prepares a place. 6 There we shall with you remain Partners in your endless reign, There your face unclouded view, Find our heav'n of heav'ns in you.