Jesus, from Thy Servants Taken

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.