1. Jesus my Re­deem­er lives,
Christ my trust is dead no more;
In the strength this know­ledge gives
Shall not all my fears be o’er,
Though the night of Death be fraught
Still with ma­ny an anxious thought?

2. Jesus, my Re­deem­er lives,
And His life I once shall see;
Bright the hope this pro­mise gives,
Where He is I too shall be.
Shall I fear then? Can the Head
Rise and leave the mem­bers dead?

3. Close to Him my soul is bound
In the bonds of hope enclasped;
Faith’s strong hand this hold hath found,
And the Rock hath firm­ly grasped:
And no ban of death can part
From our Lord the trust­ing heart.

4. I shall see Him with these eyes,
Him whom I shall sure­ly know;
Not ano­ther shall I rise,
With His love this heart shall glow;
Only there shall dis­ap­pear
Weakness in and round me here.

5. Ye who suf­fer, sigh, and moan,
Fresh and glo­ri­ous there shall reign;
Earthly here the seed is sown,
Heavenly it shall rise again;
Natural here the death we die,
Spiritual our life on high.

6. Body, be thou of good cheer,
In thy Sav­ior’s care re­joice,
Give not place to gloom and fear,
Dead, thou yet shalt know His voice,
When the fi­nal trump is heard,
And the deaf cold grave is stirred.

7. Laugh to scorn then death and hell,
Laugh to scorn the gloomy grave;
Caught in­to the air to dwell
With the Lord who comes to save,
We shall tram­ple on our foes,
Mortal weak­ness, fear and woes.

8. Only see ye that your heart
Rise betimes from earth­ly lust;
Would ye there with Him have part,
Here ob­ey your Lord and trust,
Fix your hearts be­yond the skies,
Whither ye your­selves would rise.