Jesus Christ, my sure de­fense
And my Sav­ior, ev­er liv­eth;
Knowing this, my con­fi­dence
Rests up­on the hope it giv­eth
Though the night of death be fraught
Still with many an anx­ious thought.

Jesus, my Re­deem­er, lives;
I, too, un­to life shall wak­en.
Endless joy my Sav­ior gives;
Shall my cour­age, then, be shak­en?
Shall I fear, or could the Head
Rise and leave His mem­bers dead?

Nay, too close­ly I am bound
Unto Him by hope for­ev­er;
Faith’s strong hand the Rock hath found,
Grasped it, and will leave it ne­ver;
Even death now can­not part
From its Lord the trust­ing heart.

I am flesh and must re­turn
Unto dust, whence I am tak­en;
But by faith I now dis­cern
That from death I shall awak­en
With my Sav­ior to abide
In His glo­ry, at His side.

Glorified, I shall anew
With this flesh then be en­shroud­ed;
In this bo­dy I shall view
God, my Lord, with eyes un­cloud­ed;
In this flesh I then shall see
Jesus Christ eter­nal­ly.

Then these eyes my Lord shall know,
My Re­deemer and my bro­ther;
In His love my soul shall glow—
I myself, and not ano­ther!
Then the weak­ness I feel here
Shall for­ev­er dis­ap­pear.

They who sor­row here and moan
There in glad­ness shall be reign­ing;
Earthly here the seed is sown,
There im­mor­tal life at­tain­ing,
Here our sin­ful bodies die,
Glorified to dwell on high.

Then take com­fort and re­joice,
For His mem­bers Christ will cherish.
Fear not, they will hear His voice;
Dying, they shall ne­ver per­ish;
For the ve­ry grave is stirred
When the trum­pet’s blast is heard.

Laugh to scorn the gloomy grave
And at death no long­er trem­ble;
He, the Lord, who came to save
Will at last His own as­sem­ble.
They will go their Lord to meet,
Treading death be­neath their feet.

Oh, then draw away your hearts
Now from plea­sures base and hol­low.
There to share what He im­parts,
Here His foot­steps ye must fol­low.
Fix your hearts be­yond the skies,
Whither ye your­selves would rise.