April 24, 2011 — Leave a comment


“I Know that my Redeemer lives,”
What comfort that sweet sentence gives !
He lives ! He lives ! who once was dead :
He lives, my everlasting Head !
He lives, triumphant from the grave ;
He lives, eternally to save.

He lives, all glorious in the sky;
He lives, exalted there on high;
He lives, to bless me with his love;
He lives, to plead my cause above;
He lives, to upbind and make me whole ;
He lives, to calm my troubled soul.

He lives, to grant me rich supply;
He lives, to guard me with his eye;
He lives, my hungry soul to feed;
He lives, to help in time of need;
He lives, that He may in me dwell;
He lives, to crush the powers of hell.

He lives, to silence all my fears;
He lives, to stop and dry my tears;
He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly friend ;
He lives, and loves me to the end;
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King;
He lives, and while He lives, I’ll sing.

He lives, to grant me daily breath;
He lives, and I shall conquer death;
He lives, my mansion to prepare;
He lives, to bring me safely there.
0 the sweet joy this sentence gives—
” I know that my Redeemer lives !”

from Lyra Consolationis: or, Hymns for the day of sorrow & weariness
By Horatius Bonar

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