W. Garrett Horder, comp. The Poets’ Bible: New Testament. 1895.

Mount of Olives

St. Joseph of the Studium

Translated by John Mason Neale

JESUS, Lord of Life eternal,

Taking those He loved the best,

Stood upon the Mount of Olives,

And His own the last time blest:

Then, though He had never left It,

Sought again His Father’s Breast.

Knit is now our flesh to Godhead,

Knit in everlasting bands:

Call the world to highest festal:

Floods and oceans, clap your hands:

Angels, raise the song of triumph:

Make response, ye distant lands.

Loosing Death with all its terrors

Thou ascended’st up on high;

And to mortals, now immortal,

Gavest immortality,

As Thine own Disciples saw Thee

Mounting Victor to the sky.