After three days Thou didst rise
Visible to mortal eyes:
First the Eleven worshipped Thee,—
Then the rest in Galilee:
Then a cloud in glory bore
Thee to Thine own native shore.
Boldly David poured the strain:
GOD ascends to Heav’n again:
With the trumpet’s pealing note
Alleluias round Him float;
As He now, by hard-won right,
Seeks the Fount of purest Light!
Crime on crime, and grief on grief,
Left the world without relief:
Now that aged, languid race,
GOD hath quickened by His grace:
As Thy going up we see,
Glory to Thy Glory be!
Darkness and awe, when Sinai’s top he trod,
Taught him of faltering tongue the Law of GOD:
The mist was scattered from his spirit’s eye,
He praised and hymned the Maker of the sky,
When He That is and was and shall be, passed by.
Translator: John Mason Neale (1862)
Author: Joseph of the Studium, Saint, 762-832