Adorable Redeemer, thou who was lifted up upon a cross, art ascended to highest heaven.
Thou, who as man of sorrows wast crowned with thorns, art 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 are in the triumph car leading captive thine enemies behind thee.
What more could be done than thou hast done! They death is my life, thy resurrection my peace, they ascension my hope, they prayers my comfort.
~ Excerpt from The Valley of Vision, Puritan Prayers and Devotions