From The Valley of Vision, on this Easter Day:
thou who wast lifted up upon a cross
are ascended to highest heaven.
Thou, who as Man of sorrows wast crowned with thorns,
are now as Lord of life wreathed with glory.
Once, no shame more deep than thine,
no agony more bitter, no death more cruel.
Now, no exaltation more high,
no life more glorious, no advocate more effective.
Thou art in the triumph car leading captive thine enemies behind thee.
What more could be done than thou hast done!
Thy death is my life,
thy resurrection my peace,
thy ascension my hope,
thy prayers my comfort.