Hymns and Spiritual Songs, in Three Books ‎#III.VI

III.VI. The memorial of our absent Lord

1 Jesus is gone above the skies,
Where our weak senses reach him not;
And carnal objects court our eyes,
To thrust our Saviour from our thought.

2 He knows what wand'ring hearts we have,
Apt to forget his lovely face;
And, to refresh our minds he gave
These kind memorials of his grace.

3 The lord of life this table spread
With his own flesh and dying blood:
We on the rich provision feed,
And taste the wine, and bless the God.

4 Let sinful sweets be all forgot,
And earth grow less in our esteem;
Christ and his love fill ev'ry thought,
And faith and hope be fix'd on him.

5 While he is absent from our sight,
'Tis to prepare our souls a place,
That we may dwell in heav'nly light,
And live for ever near his face.

6 [Our eyes look upwards to the hills
Whence our returning Lord shall come;
We wait thy chariot's awful wheels,
To fetch our longing spirits home.]

Text Information

• First Line: Jesus is gone above the skies
• Title: The memorial of our absent Lord
• Meter: L. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1793
• Scripture:
  John 16:16
  ;
  Luke 22:19
  ;
  John 14:3

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