Verse 1
Christ returning to the skies
Drops his mantle in his rise,
Marks of temporary death
Leaves the linnet clothes beneath,
Puts his robes of glory on,
Re-ascends his Father’s throne.
Verse 2
We the linnen-garments need,
Left to sheet our softest bed,
Left in Jesus grave they are,
Ours to hallow and prepare;
There the separate napkin lies,
Left to dry the mourner’s eyes.