God Is Gone Up with Joyful Sound

God is gone up with joy­ful sound

Of saints that sing on high;

His own right hand and ho­ly arm

Have brought the vic­to­ry nigh!

Now emp­ty are the courts of Death

And crushed thy sting

Des­pair;

And ros­es bloom in de­sert tomb

For Je­sus hath been there!

And He hath tamed the strength of Hell

And dragged him through the sky

Captive be­hind His cha­ri­ot wheel

That man no more may die.