Doctor Watts's Imitation of the Psalms of David ‎#LVII

LVII. The Memorial of our absent Lord

1 The Lord ascends 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 wandering hearts we have,
That lose the memory of his 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 every thought,
And faith and hope be fix'd on him.

5 Whilst he is absent from our sight,
'Tis to prepare our souls a place;
That we may dwell in heav'nly light,
And live forever near his face.

Text Information

• First Line: The Lord ascends above the skies
• Title: The Memorial of our absent Lord
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1787
• Scripture:
  John 14:3
  ;
  Luke 22:19
  ;
  John 16:16

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