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4 I shall see Him with these eyes,

Him whom I shall surely know;
Not another shall I rise;

With His love my heart shall glow;
Only there shall disappear

Weakness in and round me here. 5 We who suffer, sigh and moan,

Fresh and glorious there shall reign :
Earthly here the seed is sown,

Heavenly it shall rise again;
Natural the death we die,

Spiritual our life on high.
6 Saviour, help us, that our heart

Rise betimes from earthly lust;
Let us there with Thee have part,

Here obey our Lord and trust.
Fix our hearts beyond the skies,
Whither we ourselves would rise !

Mi88 Winkworth. 1855. a.
Tr. Louisa Henrietta of Brandenburg. 1653.

194 Jesus lebt! mit Ihm auch ich. 7, 8,7%. 1 JESUS lives! no longer now

Can thy terrors, Death, appal me;
Jesus lives! and this I know,

From the dead He will recall me.
Brighter scenes will then commence;

This shall be my confidence.
2 Jesus lives! to Him the throne

Over all the world is given :
I shall go where He is gone,

Live and reign with Him in heaven.
God is pledged: weak doubtings, hence!

This shall be my confidence.

3 Jesus lives, who died for me;

Then, alone to Jesus living,
Pure in heart I'll ever be,

Glory to my Saviour giving.
God will be a sure Defence;

This shall be my confidence.
4 Jesus lives! I know full well,

Naught from me His heart shall sever;
Life nor death, nor powers of hell,

Tear me from His keeping ever.
Freely God doth grace dispense;

This shall be my confidence.
5 Jesus lives! henceforth is death

But the gate of Life immortal;
This shall calm my trembling breath,

When I pass its gloomy portal.
“Lord," I'll cry, as fails each sense,
“Lord, Thou art my confidence !"

Frances Elizabeth Cox. 1841. a.
Tr. Christian F. Gellert. 1757.

195 Willkommen, Held im Streite. C. M. 1 WELCOME, Thou Victor in the strife,

Welcome from out the cave!
To-day we triumph in Thy life

Around Thine empty grave.
2 Our enemy is put to shame,

His short-lived triumph o'er;
Our God is with us, we exclaim,

We fear our foe no more.
3 The dwellings of the just resound

With songs of victory;
For in their midst Thou, Lord, art found,
And bringest peace with Thee.

4 0 let Thy conquering banner wave

O'er hearts Thou makest free;
And point the path that from the grave

Leads heavenward up to Thee. 5 We bury all our sin and crime

Deep in our Saviour's tomb,
And seek the treasure there, that time

Nor change can e'er consume. 6 Fearless we lay us in the tomb,

And sleep the night away,
If Thou art there to break the gloom,

And call us back to day.
7 Death hurts us not: his power is gone,

And pointless all his darts :
God's favor now on us hath shone,
Joy filleth all our hearts.

Miss Winkworth. 1855.

Tr. Benjamin Schmolk. 1712. 196

C. M. 1 Father of Jesus Christ, my Lord,

My Savior, and my Head,
I trust in Thee, whose powerful word

Hath raised Him from the dead.
2 Thou knowest for my offence He died,

And rose again for me;
Fully and freely justified,

That I might live to Thee.
3 Eternal life to all mankind

Thou hast in Jesus given;
And all who seek, in Him, shall find

The happiness of heaven.
4 Obedient faith, that waits on Thee,

Thou never wilt reprove;
But Thou wilt form Thy Son in me,

And perfect me in love.

200 Jesu, nostra Redemptio. C. M. 1 O Christ, our Hope, our heart's Desire,

Redemption's only Spring !
Creator of the world art Thou,

Its Savior and its King.
2 How vast the mercy and the Love

Which laid our sins on Thee,
And led Thee to a cruel death,

To set Thy people free!
3 But now the bands of death are burst,

The ransom has been paid;
And Thou art on Thy Father's throne,

In glorious robes arrayed.
4 0 may Thy mighty Love prevail

Our sinful souls to spare !
O may we come before Thy throne,

And find acceptance there!
5 O Christ, be Thou our present Joy,

Our future great Reward;
Our only glory may it be
To glory in the Lord !

John Chandler. 1837.


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C.M. 1 0 Thou, who thus exalted art,

On whom our souls rely,
Grant to us now, in mind and heart.

To dwell with Thee on high !
2 And when at length, redeemed by Thee,

The just that sleep shall rise,
With theirs our happy portion be,
A home beyond the skies.

Unknown, 1854.


C. M. 1 The Head that once was crowned with thorns

Is crowned with glory now;
A royal diadem adorns

The mighty Victor's brow.
2 The highest place that heaven affords

Is His by sovereign right:
The King of kings and Lord of lords,

And heaven's eternal Light.
3 The joy of all who dwell above,

The joy of all below,
To whom He manifests His Love,

And grants His Name to know.
4 To them the Cross, with all its shame,

With all its grace, is given ;
Their name an everlasting name,

Their joy the joy of heaven.
5 They suffer with their Lord below,

They reign with Him above;
Their profit and their joy to know

The mystery of His Love.
6 The Cross He bore is life and health,

Though shame and death to Him:
His people's hope, His people's wealth,
Their everlasting theme.

Thomas Kelly. 1820. 203

8,7, n. 1 HARK, ten thousand harps and voices

Sound the note of praise above!
Jesus reigns, and heaven rejoices;

Jesus reigns, the God of love.
See, He sits on yonder throne;

Jesus rules the world alone.

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