The Memorial of Our Absent Lord

Verse 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.

Verse 2

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

Verse 3

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.

Verse 4

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