All hail the True Elijah, the Lord our God and Savior!
Who leaves behind for all mankind the token of His favor.
The never dying Prophet, a while to mortals given,
this solemn day is rapt away by flaming steed to heaven.

Come see the rising triumph and prostrate fall before Him;
He mounts the skies, above them flies, where all His hosts adore Him.
Borne on His fiery chariot with joyful acclamation,
pursue the Lord to heav'n restored, the God of our salvation.

Who see their Lord at parting, they shall on earth inherit
a double pow'r, a larger show'r of His descending Spirit.
The Spirit of our Master shall rest on each believer,
and surely, we our Master see, who lives and reigns forever.

Yes, our exalted Jesus, by faith we now adore Thee,
and still we sit before Thy feet, and triumph in Thy glory.
In vain the flaming chariot has parted us asunder,
we still through grace behold Thy face, and shout our loving wonder.

By faith we catch Thy mantle, the cov'ring of Thy Spirit;
by faith we wear and gladly share Thine all-involving merit.
We rest beneath Thy shadow till by the whirlwind driven,
from earth we rise and mount the skies, and grasp our Lord in heaven!