I know that my Re­deem­er lives;
What com­fort this sweet sen­tence gives!
He lives, He lives, who once was dead;
He lives, my ev­er liv­ing head.

He lives to bless me with His love,
He lives to plead for me above.
He lives my hun­gry soul to feed,
He lives to help in time of need.

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 grant me rich su­pply,
He lives to guide me with His eye,
He lives to com­fort me when faint,
He lives to hear my soul’s com­plaint.

He lives to si­lence all my fears,
He lives to wipe away my tears
He lives to calm my trou­bled heart,
He lives all bless­ings to im­part.

He lives, my kind, wise, hea­ven­ly friend,
He lives and loves me to the end;
He lives, and while He lives, I’ll sing;
He lives, my pro­phet, priest, and king.

He lives and grants me dai­ly breath;
He lives, and I shall con­quer death:
He lives my man­sion to pre­pare;
He lives to bring me safe­ly there.

He lives, all glo­ry to His name!
He lives, my Je­sus, still the same.
Oh, the sweet joy this sen­tence gives,
I know that my Re­deem­er lives!