Hymns, Selected and Original ‎#517

517. Jesus is gone above the skies

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 his 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.

Text Information

• First Line: Jesus is gone above the skies
• Meter: L. M.
• Publication Date: 1828
• Topic: The Means of Grace: The Lord's Supper

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