I know that my Redeemer lives;
He lives who one was dead.
To me in grief He comfort gives;
with peace He crowns my head.
I know that my Redeemer lives,
and ever prays for me;
a token of His love He gives,
a pledge of liberty.
He lives, triumphant o'er the grave,
at God's right hand on high,
my ransomed soul to keep and save,
to bless and glorify.
He lives, that I may also live,
and now His grace proclaim;
He lives, that I may honor give
to His most holy name.
Jesus, I hang upon Thy word;
I steadfastly believe
Thou wilt return, and claim me, Lord,
and to Thyself receive
Let strains of heavn'ly music rise,
while all their anthems sing
to Christ, our precious Sacrifice,
and everliving King.
