O Saviour, Who for Man Hast Trod BISHOP—John Bishop, 1665-1737 O Saviour, Who for Man Hast Trod 1 O Saviour, Who for man hast trod The winepress of the wrath of God, Ascend, and claim again on high Thy glory left for us to die. 2 A radiant cloud is now Thy seat, And earth lies stretch’d beneath Thy Feet; Ten thousand thousands round Thee sing, And share the triumph of their King. 3 The Angel-host enraptured waits: “Lift up your heads, eternal gates! O God-and-Man! the Father’s Throne Is now