A New Version of the Psalms of David ‎#HXII

HXII. 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 this Table spread
With his own Flesh and dying Blood,
We on the rich Provision feed,
And taste the Wine, and bless our 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 Chariots hast'ning Wheels
To fetch our longing Spirits Home.

Text Information

• First Line: Jesus is gone above the Skies
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1760
• Scripture:
  John 16:16
  ;
  Luke 22:19
  ;
  John 14:3

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