Jesus my Redeemer lives,

Christ my trust is dead no more;

In the strength this knowledge gives

Shall not all my tears be o'er,

Though the night of Death be fraught

Still with many an anxious thought?

Jesus my Redeemer lives,

And His life I once shall see;

Bright the hope this promise gives,

Where He is I too shall be.

Shall I fear then? Can the Head

Rise and leave the members dead?

Close to Him my soul is bound

In the bonds of Hope enclasped;

Faith's strong hand this hold hath found,

And the Rock hath firmly grasped:

And no ban of death can part

From our Lord the trusting heart.

I shall see Him with these eyes,

Him whom I shall surely know;

Nort another shall I rise,

With His love this heart shall glow;

Only there shall disappear

Weakness in and round me here.

Ye who suffer, sigh, and moan,

Fresh and glorious there shall reign;

Earthly here the seed is sown,

Heavenly it shall rise again;

Natural here the death we die,

Spiritual our life on high.

Body, be thou of good cheer,

In thy Saviour's care rejoice,

Give not place to gloom and fear,

Dead, thou yet shalt know His voice,

When the final trump is heard,

And the deaf cold grave is stirred.

Laugh to scorn then death and hell,

Laugh to scorn the gloomy grave;

Caught into the air to dwell

With the Lord who comes to save,

We shall trample on our foes,

Mortal weakness, fear and woes.

Only see ye that your heart

Rise betimes from earthly lust;

Would ye there with Him have part,

Here obey your Lord and trust,

Fix your hearts beyond the skies,

Whither ye yourselves would rise.