1 The golden gates are lifted up,
The doors are opened wide;
The King of Glory is gone in
Unto his Father's side.

2 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.

3 And ever on our earthly path
A gleam of glory lies,
A light still breaks behind the cloud
That veiled thee from our eyes.

4 Lift up our hearts, lift up our minds:
Let thy dear grace be giv'n,
That, while we wander here below,
Our treasure be in heav'n;

5 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.