On Olivet a Little Band

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!