He came to bring the Mourners Joy

God is gone up with a Shout, the Lord with the sound of a Trumpet. Sing praises to God, sing praises: sing praises unto our King, sing praises.

Rejoice and be glad, you Christian Multitudes, your Saviour is going up to Heaven. Enduring much pain He went to the Grave, and now He is gloriously taking His Seat in Heaven.

Arise! Arise! God and Son of Man, leave the Cross and throw away the Crown of Thorns. Withdraw Yourself from the fury of the People who mocked and spat in your face.

You died and shed Your Blood to pave the Way to the Throne for Adam’s Children. Seal again the Covenant of of a joyful Paradise, as we bless You with our praise.

No Priest was found without Guilt, so You gave Your innocent Blood for our Sins. Arise, arise! into the holy and heavenly Choir, carry the reconciled World to the Father.

My Salvation: even though You have left this Earth, remain still faithful to the Church as You would to a Bride. Here we live scattered and without consolation; send Your Spirit of consolation so that we may live in Joy.

The Church still shines in her bridal Adornment; Time cannot steal her Crown away. Her Love will remain for ever, even in Death. The Day comes when She will inherit her rightful Place, at the Bridegroom’s side. Amen.