He dies! He dies! The lowly Man of sorrows

He dies! He dies! The lowly Man of sorrows, On whom were laid our many griefs and woes; Our sins He bore beneath God's awful billows, And He hath triumphed over all our foes.

He lives! He lives! What glorious consolation! Exalted at His Father's own right hand; He pleads for us, and, by His intercession, Enables all His saints by grace to stand.

He comes! He comes! O blest anticipation! In keeping with His true and faithful word; To call us to our heavenly consummation— Caught up, to be for ever with the Lord.

I am He that liveth, that liveth, and was dead; And behold, . . I am alive . . for evermore, . . Behold, . . I am alive . . for evermore . . . I am He that liveth, that liveth. And was dead; And behold, . . I am alive . . for evermore.