Classic Poem

Soon the fiery sun ascending
Will have chas'd the midnight gloom;—
Rise, O Thou High-Priest eternal,
Break the bondage of the tomb;
And above the vaulted sky
Bear Thy victim Flesh on high!

Once on earth for guilty mortals
Sacrific'd in torment sore,
There may it, on Heav'n's high altar,
Plead our cause for evermore;
And appease an injur'd God,
With the Lamb's atoning Blood.

Nam'd of old High-Priest for ever,
By the Father's stedfast oath,
Rise, O Advocate Almighty!
Rise, O Priest and Victim both!
Swiftly, swiftly, speed Thy way
Back to golden realms of day.

Lo, 'tis done! O'er death victorious
Christ ascends His starry throne;
There from all His labours resting
Still He travails for His own;
Still our fate His Heart employs
E'en amid eternal joys.

There He sits in tranquil glory;
There He stands His aid to lend;
There He offers to His Father
Every single prayer we send
There Himself receives each sigh
As omniscient Deity!