‘Hail the day that sees him rise,’
so goes the ancient Hymn,
of Jesus triumph o’er the skies
to raise the life of men.
Upward he soars on heaven’s wings
to take his rightful throne,
as Seraphim and Cherub sing,
‘The King’s come to his own!’
Yet what’s this on his hands and side,
These marks he deigns to bear?
His wounds he keeps and glorifies –
As proof that heaven cares.
And thus he sits at God’s right hand
both human and divine.
The space between forever spanned
by love’s boundless design.
Under Christ’s Mercy,
Brent