Jesus Christ, my sure defense
And my Savior, ever liveth;
Knowing this, my confidence
Rests upon the hope it giveth
Though the night of death be fraught
Still with many an anxious thought.
Jesus, my Redeemer, lives;
I, too, unto life shall waken.
He will have me where He is.
Shall my courage, then, be shaken?
Shall I fear, or could the Head
Rise and leave His members dead?
Nay, too closely I am bound
Unto Him by hope forever;
Faith’s strong hand the Rock hath found,
Grasped it, and will leave it never;
not the bane of death can part
From its Lord the trusting heart.
Savior, draw away our heart,
Now from pleasures base and hollow.
let us there with Thee have part,
here on earth Thy footsteps follow.
Fix our hearts beyond the skies,
Whither we ourselves would rise.
