Hymnal: The Christian Hymn-Book
Date: 1815
Compiler: John Thompson et al
Publisher/Printer: Looker and Wallace
First Line: Jesus is gone above the skies
Topic: For the Lord's Supper
Writer: <no first name given> <no last name given>
Composer:
Tune:
Hymn Number: 185
Page Number: 165, click to see hymnal pages
LyicsJesus 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.
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.
The Lord of life this table spread,
With his own flesh add dying blood;
We on the rich provision feed,
And drink the wine, and bless our God.
Let sinful sweets be all forgot,
And earth grow less in our esteem;
Christ and his love fill every thought
And faith and hope be fixed on him.
While he is absent from our sight,
'Tis to prepare our souls a place;
That we may dwell in heavenly light,
And live forever near his face.
Our eyes look upward to the hills
Whence our returning Lord shall come;
We wait thy chariot's awful wheels,
To fetch our longing spirits home.