1 Behold the Lord of glory dies,
Behold him from the dead arise!
Redemption is obtained:
Though we, like him shall yield our breath,
Like him we soon shall rise from death,
The vic'try Christ has gain'd.
2 Why should we fear the gloomy grave,
Since he who died our souls to save,
Will raise our bodies too?
What though our earthly house must fail,
The power of Jesus shall prevail
To build us up anew.
4 Redeemed, let us his praises sound,
And always in his work abound,
It shall not be in vain;
A kingdom by our Lord prepared,
Shall be th' exceeding great reward,
And we with him shall reign.
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| First Line: | Behold the Lord of glory dies |
| Language: | English |
| Publication Date: | 1853 |