On Olivet a little band
Around their risen Master
stand:
And after charge and
blessing giv’n,
He passeth from them into
Heav’n.
Wistful their
eyes, but angels twain
Cheer them with glorious
words: “Again
One day shall Jesus even so
Return, as ye have seen Him
go.”
Till then in Heav’n He
doth remain,
True God, at God’s right
hand to reign,
True Man, at human woes to
grieve,
True God, almighty to
relieve.
For every soul in every
need
He ever lives to intercede,
Presenting there within the
veil
A sacrifice that cannot
fail.
Our heav’nly great high
priest He stands:
By piercèd feet, and
piercèd hands,
By bleeding brow and ’riven
side,
He lives to plead for whom
He died!
Whom have we, Lord, in
Heav’n but Thee?
Like ships safe moored on
stormy sea
Our souls in peril, with
Thee there
Find anchorage of hope and
prayer.
Set loose from earth,
and evermore
Fast bound to that eternal
shore,
So all our life and love
shall be,
Ascended Master, hid with
Thee!
