Classic Poem

When from their sight the Savior went,
To dwell no more upon the earth;
The Spirit to his own he sent,
And souls were born of heavenly birth.

He left them not as orphans here,
To mourn their sad and bitter fate;
But gave them promises to cheer,
While in the world, their lonely state.

" My Father greater is than I,
I will not leave you here alone;
But send the Spirit from on high,
And you, in Me, shall still be one. "

Sweet promise to the mourning Bride,
The Church, that mourns her absent Lord!
While in his love we still abide,
He will fulfil his parting word.

Henceforth no more let Christians mourn;
They hear again the bridegroom's voice,
From heavenly heights of glory borne,
Which bids them with Himself rejoice.

So faith, and joy, and peace, and love,
Became our heritage below;
Descending, with the holy dove,
On all, who Christ's obedience know.