1 Jesus, from Thy servants taken!
Taken up this solemn day,
See us seemingly forsaken
To surrounding wolves a prey:
In a world of tribulation,
In a vale of misery,
Pressed with manifold temptation,
Looking, gasping after Thee.
2 To Thine own eternal glory
Thou triumphantly art gone,
Where the angels fall before Thee
Seated on Thine heav’nly throne:
Yet Thou hear’st Thy servants mourning,
Feel’st whate’er Thy members feel,
Us, who long for Thy returning,
Earnestly rememberest still.
3 Touched with exquisite compassion
For Thy feeble followers here,
Answer, Lord, our supplication,
Send us down the Comforter:
Breathe into our hearts Thy Spirit,
Witness of Thy dying love,
Seal of all we hope t’inherit,
Earnest of our joys above.
4 Ever in Thy Spirit near us
Let us now Thy Spirit feel,
By Thy faithful mercies cheer us,
By the gift unspeakable:
Show th’intent of Thine ascending,
Answer it on all and me,
Every soul on Thee depending,
Draw us, Savior, up to Thee.
5 All the virtue of Thy Passion,
All the benefits apply,
Visit us with Thy salvation,
Pardon, Lord, and sanctify:
By Thy resurrection raise us
To that sinless life unknown,
By Thine exaltation place us
On Thine everlasting throne.
Source: The Cyber Hymnal #10883
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|The Cyber Hymnal #10883||Jesus, From Thy Servants Taken||Jesus, from Thy servants taken!||IN MEMORIAM||Charles Wesley, 1707-1788||87.87 D||<cite>The Unpublished Poetry of Charles Wesley</cite>, Vol. III (Nashville: Abingdon Press, 1992)|