The Saviour, when to heaven he rose,

1.

The Saviour, when to heaven he rose,

In splendid triumph o’er his foes,

Scatter’d his gifts on men below,

And wide his royal bounties flow.

2.

Hence sprung the Apostles’ honoured

Sacred beyond heroic fame;

In lowlier forms, to bless our eyes,

Pastors from hence, and teachers rise.

3.

From Christ their varied gifts derive,

And, fed by Christ, their graces live;

While, guarded by His mighty hand,

Midst all the rage of hell they stand.

4.

So shall the bright succession run

Through the last courses of the sun;

While unborn churches by their care

Shall rise and flourish large and fair.

5.

Jesus now teach our hearts to know

The Spring whence all these blessings flow;

Pastors and people shout His praise

Through all the round of endless days.