Church Hymn Book ‎#CCXXXVII

CCXXXVII. Christ, my rock, my sure defence

1 Christ, my rock, my sure defence,
Jesus, my Redeemer liveth;
O! what pleasing hopes from thence
My believing heart deriveth!
Else death's long and gloomy night
Would my guilty soul affright.

2 Christ is risen from the dead,
Thou shalt rise too, saith my Saviour;
Of what should I be afraid,
I with him shall live forever.
Can the head forsake his limb,
And not draw it after him?

3 No, my soul he cannot leave,
This, this is my consolation;
And my body in the grave
Rests in hope and expectation,
That this mortal flesh shall see
Incorruptibility.

4 Flesh I bear, and therefore must
Unto dust be once reduced,
This I own, but from the dust
I shall be to life produced,
And convey'd to endless bliss
Live where my Redeemer is!

5 In my body, when restor'd
To the likeness of his Body,
I shall see my God, my Lord,
My beloved in his glory;
In my flesh eternally
My Redeemer I shall see.

6 These mine eyes most certainly
Shall behold and know my Saviour,
I, no stranger, no, ev'n I,
Him to see shall have the favour:
Grieving pining in the clay
Ever shall be done away.

7 What here sickens, sighs and groans,
There o'er death shall prove victorious:
Earthly here are sown my bones,
Heav'nly they shall rise and glorious:
What is natural sown here,
Shall rise spiritual there.

8 Let us raise our minds above
This world's lust, vain, transitory,
Cleave to him ev'n here in love,
Whom we hope to see in glory:
May our minds tend constantly
Where we ever wish to be.

Text Information

• First Line: Christ, my rock, my sure defence
• Meter: V. M.
• Language: English
• Publication Date: 1816
• Topic: Of Heaven and Future Happiness
• Source: Moravian translation

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