I know that my Re­deem­er lives,
He lives, and on the earth shall stand,
And tho’ to worms my flesh He gives,
My dust lies num­bered in His hand.

In this re­ani­mat­ed clay
I sure­ly shall be­hold Him near;
Shall see Him at the lat­ter day
In all His ma­jes­ty ap­pear.

I feel what then shall raise me up,
Th’eter­nal Spir­it lives in me,
This is my con­fi­dence of hope
That God I face to face shall see.

Mine own and not an­oth­er’s eyes
The King shall in His beau­ty view,
I shall from Him re­ceive the prize
The star­ry crown to vic­tors due.