For Ascension Day.
(Paraphrased, in the original metre, from a Dutch Hymn.)
Praise the Lord through every nation;
His holy arm hath wrought salvation;
Exalt Him on His Father's throne:
Praise your King, ye Christian legions,
Who now prepares, in heavenly regions,
Unfailing mansions for His own:
With voice and minstrelsy,
Extol His majesty
His praise shall sound -- all nature round,
Where'er the race of man is found.
God with God, dominion sharing,
And man with man, our image bearing,
Gentiles and Jews to Him are given;
Praise your Saviour, ransom'd sinners,
Of life, through Him, immortal winners;
Nor longer heirs of earth but heaven:
Oh! beatific sight,
To view His face in light!
And while we see -- transform'd to be,
From bliss to bliss eternally.
Jesus, Lord, our Captain glorious!
O'er sin, and death, and hell victorious;
Wisdom and might to Thee belong;
We confess, proclaim, adore Thee,
We bow the knee, we fall before Thee,
Thy love henceforth shall be our song;
The cross meanwhile we bear,
The crown ere long to wear;
Thy reign extend -- world without end,
Let praise from all to Thee ascend.