Lord, when Thou didst ascend on high,
Ten thousand angels fill’d the sky;
Those heav’nly guards around Thee wait,
Like chariots that attend Thy state.

Not Sinai’s mountain could appear
More glorious, when the Lord was there,
While He pronounced His dreadful law,
And struck the chosen tribes with awe.

Raised by His Father to the throne,
He sent His promis’d Spirit down,
With gifts and grace for rebel men,
That God might dwell on earth again.

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