Chorale Book for England

Since Christ has gone to heav'n His home,

I too that home one day must share;

And in this hope I overcome

All doubt, all anguish, and despair;

For where the Head is, well we know,

The members he hath left below

In time He surely gathers there.

Since Christ hath reached His glorious throne,

And mighty gifts henceforth are His,

My heart can rest in heaven alone,

On earth my Lord I daily miss;

I long to be with Him on high,

And heart and thoughts would hourly fly

Where now my only treasure is.

From Thy ascension let such grace,

Dear Lord, be ever found in me,

That steadfast faith may guide my ways

With step unfault'ring up to Thee,

And at Thy voice I may depart

With joy to dwell where Thou, Lord, art:

O Saviour, grant this prayer to me!