Set down at the right hand of the throne of God. Hebrews 12:2
Words: Charles Wesley (1707–1788). Appeared in The Unpublished Poetry of Charles Wesley, Volume 3 (Nashville, Tennessee: Abingdon Press, 1992), pages 109–10.
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.