To The Highest Heavens Ascended

Oh, show me not my Saviour dying

As on the cross He bled,

Nor in the tomb, a captive lying,

For He has left the dead.

Then bid me not that form extended

For my Redeemer own,

Who, to the highest Heavens ascended,

In glory fills the throne.

Weep not for Him at Calvary’s station!

Weep not only for thy sins;

View where He lay with exultation;

‘Tis there our hope begins.

Yet stay not there, thy sorrow feeding

Amid the scenes He trod,

Look up, and see Him interceding

At the right hand of God.

Still in the shameful Cross I glory,

Where His dear blood was spilt;

For there the great propitiatory

Abolished all my guilt.

Yet what, ‘mid conflict and temptation,

Shall strength and succour give?

He lives, the Capitan of Salvation;

Therefore His servants live.

By death, He death’s dark king defeated,

And overcame the grave;

Rising, the triumph He completed,

He lives, He reigns to save.

Heaven’s happy myriads bow before Him:

He comes, the Judge of men;

These eyes shall see Him and adore Him:

Lord Jesus, come and reign.

(J. Condor)