O Savior, Who for Man Hast Trod

O Sav­ior

who for man hast trod

The wine­press of the wrath of God

Ascend

and claim again on high

Thy glo­ry left for us to die.

A ra­di­ant cloud is now Thy seat

And earth lies stretched be­neath Thy feet;

Ten thou­sand thou­sands round Thee sing

And share the tri­umph of their king.

The an­gel host en­rap­tured waits:

Lift up your heads

eter­nal gates!

O God & Man! the Fa­ther’s throne

Is now for­ev­er­more Thine own.

Our great high priest and shep­herd Thou

Within the veil art en­tered now

To of­fer here Thy pre­cious blood

Once poured on earth a cleans­ing flood.

And thence the Church

Thy chos­en bride

With count­less gifts of grace sup­plied

Through all her mem­bers draws from Thee

Her hid­den life of sanc­ti­ty.

O Christ

our Lord

of Thy dear care

Thy low­ly mem­bers heav’n­ward bear;

Be ours with Thee to suf­fer pain

With Thee for­ev­ermore to reign.

All praise from ev­ery heart and tongue

To Thee

as­cend­ed Lord

be sung;

All praise to God the Fa­ther be

And Ho­ly Ghost eter­nal­ly.