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Wafting Him up on high,
The glorious cloud receives
The LORD of Immortality,
And earth the Victor leaves:
The Heavenly People raise the strain,
The Apostles pour the hymn again;�
GOD of our Fathers, Thou art blest
Ye faithful, tell your joys!
All hearts with gladness bound!
GOD is gone up with a merry noise,�
The LORD with the trumpet's sound!
To Him we cry, by woes once tried,
Now glorious at the FATHER's side,�
GOD of our Fathers, Thou art blest!
Zealous for GOD of yore,
With zeal still Moses burns:
"Come, Heavenly Spirits, and adore
The Victor Who returns;
Rise, Angel legions, rise and sing
The ancient hymn to greet the King,�
GOD of our Fathers, Thou art blest!"
Joined with the trumpet-peal, the din and shout,
Cornet flute, sackbut, dulcimer rang out,
And bade adore the golden deity:
The SPIRIT's gentler voice gives praise to Thee,
O co-eternal One�O consubstantial Three!
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6 6 8 6 8 8 8
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9 cent,1862
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