Poems by Cecil Frances Alexander Edited, with a preface, by William Alexander |
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THE ASCENSION.
The golden gates are lifted up,
The doors are open'd wide,
The King of Glory is gone in
Unto His Father's side.
The doors are open'd wide,
The King of Glory is gone in
Unto His Father's side.
Thou art gone up before us, Lord,
To make for us a place,
That we may be where now Thou art,
And look upon God's face.
To make for us a place,
That we may be where now Thou art,
And look upon God's face.
And ever on our earthly path
A gleam of glory lies,
A light still breaks behind the cloud
That veil'd Thee from our eyes.
A gleam of glory lies,
A light still breaks behind the cloud
That veil'd Thee from our eyes.
Lift up our hearts, lift up our minds
Let Thy dear grace be given,
That while we wander here below,
Our treasure be in Heaven.
Let Thy dear grace be given,
That while we wander here below,
Our treasure be in Heaven.
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That where Thou art at God's right Hand,
Our hope, our love may be,
Dwell Thou in us, that we may dwell
For evermore in Thee.
Our hope, our love may be,
Dwell Thou in us, that we may dwell
For evermore in Thee.
| Poems by Cecil Frances Alexander | |