O Christ, Our Joy, Gone Up on High

O Christ

our joy

gone up on high

To fill Thy throne ab­ove the sky

How glo­ri­ous dost Thou shine!

Thy sov­er­eign rule the worlds ob­ey

And earth­ly joys all fade away

In that pure light of Thine.

To Thee in pray­er Thy peo­ple bow;

O may our sins Thy par­don know

The cleans­ing of Thy grace;

Then lift our hearts to Thee ab­ove

On wings of faith­ful­ness and love

To seek Thy ho­ly place.

So

when the sud­den call shall sound

And with Thy robe of clouds around

Thou

Christ

shalt come once more

Thyself our judge may’st turn away

The pe­nal­ty our sins should pay

And our lost crowns re­store.

Ascended up from mor­tal sight

Jesu

we praise Thee in the height

Our joy

our great re­ward;

Whom with the Fa­ther we con­fess

And with the Ho­ly Spir­it bless

One ev­er glo­ri­ous Lord.