I know that my Redeemer lives, In this my faith is fast; And whatsoe'er against Him strives Will surely fall at last. He lives, the mighty One, I know, Whose arm overcomes the strongest foe, Who death and hell hath vanquished. | He lives, He lives; though dust shall lie Upon my mouldering head, Yet He will call me, by and by, To quit an earthly bed; And I shall waken at His voice, Rise re-embodied, and rejoice To look on my Redeemer. | His promise, who hath ne'er deceived, In life and death I trust; The Lord in whom I have believed Will raise my sleeping dust: In this my very flesh that dies I shall revive, and with these eyes Shall see the God who made me. | Myself shall see Him in my flesh, With all His glory bright; His presence shall my heart refresh, And fill my soul with light. Myself shall ever on Him gaze, Myself shall ever sound His praise, Myself, and not another. | Rise, then, my soul, e'en now, and life In hope's divine abode! Let earth and Satan vainly strive To tear thee from thy God. The bier, the coffin, let them show The grave, the gloom, the worm--"I know That my Redeemer liveth." | |