God is gone up with a triumphant shout!
The Lord with sounding trumpets melodies:
sing praise, sing praises out unto our King,
sing praise seraphic-wise!
Lift up your heads, ye lasting doors, they sing,
and let the King of Glory enter in.

Methinks I see Heaven's sparkling courtiers fly
in flakes of glory down him to attend,
and hear heart-cramping notes of melody
surrounding his chariot as it did ascend;
mixing their music and making ev'ry string
more to enravish as they this tune sing.


- Text by Edward Taylor (1647-1729)
from "Sacramental Meditations"