Author: J. G. Deck ~ Meter: L. M.
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. 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. O cross of Christ!O glorious tree! What place can be compared with thee, Where God's own Son was crucified, And for our sins a ransom died? We love to look within the tomb, Thy death has robbed of all its gloom; The stone for ever rolled away; Thy death the power of death did slay. We joy to see Thee, Lord, arise Triumphant through the opening skies; And hear all heaven united own Thee worthy to ascend the throne. Lord, now we wait for Thee to come, And take us to Thy Father's home; Oh what ecstatic joy 'twill be To spend eternity with Thee!