Hail the day that sees Him rise,
Ravished from our wistful eyes!
Christ, awhile to mortals given,
Re-ascends His native heaven.
There the glorious triumph waits,
Lift your heads, eternal gates!
Wide unfold the radiant scene,
Take the King of glory in!

Charles Wesley seen in his finer and less familiar poems. [A collection of his poems edited by F. M. Bird.] (ed. 1867)