8.6.8.6

I

He mounts to where the azure shines,

Triumphant as the light;

Till, past the glowing gates, The Christ

Is lost to mortal sight.

II

And now amid the bliss of heaven,

The Father's throne He shares;

And gems of radiant beauty deck

The sparkling crown He wears.

III

Remember, Lord, Thy promise made,

When hearts in sadness pined,

And send the Comforter to soothe

The sorrows of mankind;

IV

And as the lingering ages pass,

To teach the souls of men,

That they may hail the Christ when He

In glory comes again.

V

All praise to Thee, Eternal God,

And to the Son be given,

Whose glory, darkly veiled on earth,

Now fills the light of heaven;

VI

And to the Holy Comforter,

By Whom our lives are blest,

Be praise, by every waiting heart,

For evermore expressed.