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 triumph’d over all our foes.
“I am He that liveth, that liveth and was dead,
I am He that liveth, that liveth and was dead;
And behold, I am alive forevermore,
Behold, I am alive forevermore;
I am He that liveth, that liveth and was dead,
And behold, I am alive forevermore.”
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 heav’nly consummation–
Caught up, to be “forever with the Lord.”