1 On the promised third day morning,
Jesus walked from Joseph’s tomb;
Thus on Satan He served warning
Of an everlasting doom;
For the grave could not retain Him,
Though the human path He trod,
But the bands of death must yield Him,
As He was the Son of God.
2 This gives hope in Jesus’ coming,
For the saints who sleep in Him;
They shall waken in the morning,
Then their eyes shall ne’er grow dim;
Tho’ by nature they are mortal,
And are subject to decline,
They shall then be made immortal,
And in Jesus’ image shine.
3 When the graves give up their treasure,
And the dead to life are brought,
Then their joy no one can measure,
Who with Jesus’ blood were bought;
For the prophets have been writing
Of that day so soon to come;
And a few are still delighting
In the thought of home, sweet home.
4 Glory! Glory be to Jesus!
For this resurrection hope;
How it thrills and tends to shield us
In the midst of much false hope;
We will tell it, we will sing it,
While we wait the day foretold;
Still we’ll tell it, and will sing it,
When we walk the streets of gold.
|First Line:||On the promised third day morning|
|Title:||We Shall Rise|
|Author:||Albert J. Bolster (1901)|