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TO God, with heart and cheerful voice>
A Triumph Song we sing ;
And with true thankful hearts rejoice
In our Almighty King ;
Yea, to his glory we record,
(Who were but dust and clay)
What honour he did us afford
On his ascending day.
The human nature, which of late,
Beneath the angels was,
Now raised from that meaner state,
Above them hath a place.
And at man's feet all creatures bow,
Which through the whole world be,
For at God's right-hand throned now,
In glory sitteth he.
Our Lord, and Brother, who hath on
Such flesh, as this we wear,
Before us unto Heaven is gone,
To get us places there :
Captivity was captiv'd then,
And he doth from above
Send ghostly presents down to men,
For tokens of his love.
Each door and everlasting gate
To him hath lifted been ;
And in a glorious wise thereat
Our King is enter'd in.
Whom if to follow we regard,
With ease we safely may,
For he hath all the means prepar'd,
And made an open way,
Then follow, follow on a pace,
And let us not forego
Our Captain, till we win the place,
That he hath scaled unto :
And for his honour, let our voice
A shout so hearty make,
The Heavens may at our mirth rejoice,
And Earth and Hell may shake.