Resurrection

839 "I know that my Redeemer liveth."

1 I KNOW that my Redeemer lives: This thought transporting pleasure gives, And standing, at the latter day, On earth, His glories will display.

2 And though this goodly mortal frame Sink to the dust, from whence it came;

Though burled in the silent tomb, Worms shall my skin and flesh consume;

3 Yet on that happy rising morn, New life this body shall adorn;

These active powers refined shall be, And God, my Saviour, I shall sec.

4 Though perish'd all my cold remains, Though all consumed my heart and reins Yet for myself, my wondering eyes God shall behold, with glad surprise.

John Williams, 1801

840 "Behold, He cometh."

1 THE time draws nigh when from the clouds Christ shall with shouts descend, And the last trumpet's awful voice The heavens and earth shall rend.

2 Then they who live shall changed be, And they who sleep shall wake; The graves shall yield their ancient charge, And earth's foundations shake.

3 The saints of God, from death set free, With joy shall mount on high; The heavenly hosts with praises loud Shall meet them in the sky.

4 Together to their Father's house With joyful hearts they go, And dwell for ever with the Lord, Beyond the reach of woe.

Michael Bruce, 1768

841 Hope of Heaven by the Resurrection of Christ

1 BLESS'D be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord; Be His abounding mercy praised, His majesty adored.

2 When from the dead He raised His Son, And call'd Him to the sky, He gave our souls a lively hope That they should never die.

3 What though our inbred sins require Our flesh to see the dust;

Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose, So all His followers must.

4 There's an inheritance divine Reserved against that day;

'Tis uncorrupted, undefiled, And cannot fade away.

5 Saints by the power of God are kept Till the salvation come;

We walk by faith, as strangers here, Till Christ shall call us home.

Isaac Watts, 1709.

842 The Hope of Resurrection

1 AND must this body die? This mortal frame decay? And must these active limbs of mine Lie mouldering in the clay?

2 Corruption, earth, and worms Shall but refine this flesh, Till my triumphant spirit comes To put it on afresh.

3 God my Redeemer lives, And often from the skies Looks down and watches all my dust, Till He shall bid it rise.

4 Array'd in glorious grace Shall these vile bodies shine: And every shape, and every face, Look heavenly and divine.

5 These lively hopes we owe To Jesus' dying love;

We would adore His grace below, And sing His power above.

6 Dear Lord, accept the praise Of these our humble songs, Till tunes of nobler sound we raise With our immortal tongues.

Isaac Watts, 1709

843

I shall arise

1 MY life's a shade, my days A pace to death decline; My Lord is Life, He'll raise My dust again, even mine.

Sweet truth to me! I shall arise, And with these eyes My Saviour see.

2 My peaceful grave shall keep My bones till that sweet day, I wake from my long sleep And leave my bed of clay.

Sweet truth to me!

I shall arise, And with these eyes My Saviour see.

3 My Saviour's angels shall Their golden trumpets sound, At whose most welcome call My grave shall be unbound.

Sweet truth to me! I shall arise, And with these eyes My Saviour see.

Samuel Crossman, 1664

844 Death wallowed up in Victory

1 WE sing His love who once was slain, Who soon o'er death revived again, That all His saints through Him might have Eternal conquests o'er the grave, Soon shall the trumpet sound, and we Shall rise to immortality.

2 The saints who now in Jesus sleep, His own almighty power shall keep, Till dawns the bright illustrious day, When death itself shall die away.

Soon shall, &c.

3 How loud shall our glad voices sing, When Christ His risen saints shall bring From beds of dust, and silent clay, To realms of everlasting day!

Soon shall, &c.

4 When Jesus we in glory meet, Our utmost joys shall be complete: When landed on that heavenly shore, Death and the curse will be no more!

Soon shall, &c.

5 Hasten, dear Lord, the glorious day, And this delightful scene display: When all Thy saints from death shall rise, Raptured in bliss beyond the skies.

Soon shall, &c Rowland Hill, 1796.