All hail! O glorious Son of God,

In triumph risen again—

All heaven resounds with joyful laud

The songs of ransomed men;

The mighty chains of death are riven,

The Risen Christ is throned in Heaven.

Before thee all the shining hosts

The mighty Angels bend;

Thy saved ones from a thousand coasts

Their psalms of victory blend—

I join that song so passing sweet,

I cast my crown before Thy Feet.

O joy! the second Adam stands

Within God’s Paradise—

No longer barred by flaming brands

The shining pathway lies—

Within, the glorious Head has passed;

Each member must be there at last.

Behind us lie the cross and grave,

Before, eternal bliss;

There blossoms from the garden cave

The Tree of Righteousness,

The Face that shame and spitting bore

Is crowned with radiance evermore.

With Mary, O my Lord, I bow

In rapture at Thy Feet;

In spirit humbly kiss them now

And soon in presence sweet;

My name upon Thy lips divine

The lips that tell me “Thou art mine.”

Thou livest far from earthly strife

In God’s eternal peace—

And there with Thee is hid my life,

And there my wanderings cease;

The secret place where still and blest

I rest in Thine eternal rest.