1 When I the holy grave survey,
Where once my Saviour deign'd to lie;
I see fulfil'd what prophets say,
And all the power of death defy.
2 This empty tomb shall now proclaim
How weak the bands of conquer'd death:
Sweet pledge, that all who trust his name,
Shall rise, and draw immortal breath!
3 [Our Surety, freed, declares us free,
For whose offences he was seiz'd:
In his release, our own we see,
And shout to view Jehovah pleas'd.]
4 Jesus, once number'd with the dead,
Unseals his eyes to sleep no more;
And ever lives, their cause to plead,
For whom the pains of death he bore.
5 Thy risen Lord, my soul behold;
See the rich diadem he wears!
Thou too shalt bear an harp of gold,
To crown thy joy when he appears.
6 Tho' in the dust I lay my head,
Yet, gracious God, thou wilt not leave
My flesh forever with the dead,
Nor lose thy children in the grave.
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First Line: | When I the holy grave survey |
Title: | Christ's Resurrection, a Pledge of ours |
Author: | Benjamin Wallin |
Meter: | L. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Topic: | Son |