1 LORD, we rejoice, that Thou art gone
To sit upon Thy Father's throne;
Thy path of shame and suffering o'er,
Thy heart shall grieve and mourn no more.
2 With joy our wondering hearts retrace
Thy ways on earth of power and grace;
We sit as learners at Thy feet,
Thy words than honey far more sweet.
3 We gaze with wonder at Thy cross,
With all its suffering, shame and loss,
Where Thou for us wast crucified,
And for our sins a ransom died.
4 We love to look within the tomb,
Robbed by Thy death of all its gloom,
The stone for ever rolled away;
Thy death the power of death did slay.
5 We joy to see Thee, Lord, arise
Triumphant through the opening skies;
And hear all heaven united own
Thee worthy to ascend the throne.
6 Lord, now we wait for Thee to come,
And take us to Thy Father's home;
What everlasting joy 'twill be
To spend eternity with Thee!
