I know that my Redeemer lives,
In this my faith is fast;
And whatsoe'er against Him strives
Will surely fall at last.
He lives, the mighty One, I know,
Whose arm overcomes the strongest foe,
Who death and hell hath vanquished.
He lives, He lives; though dust shall lie
Upon my mouldering head,
Yet He will call me, by and by,
To quit an earthly bed;
And I shall waken at His voice,
Rise re-embodied, and rejoice
To look on my Redeemer.
His promise, who hath ne'er deceived,
In life and death I trust;
The Lord in whom I have believed
Will raise my sleeping dust:
In this my very flesh that dies
I shall revive, and with these eyes
Shall see the God who made me.
Myself shall see Him in my flesh,
With all His glory bright;
His presence shall my heart refresh,
And fill my soul with light.
Myself shall ever on Him gaze,
Myself shall ever sound His praise,
Myself, and not another.
Rise, then, my soul, e'en now, and life
In hope's divine abode!
Let earth and Satan vainly strive
To tear thee from thy God.
The bier, the coffin, let them show
The grave, the gloom, the worm--"I know
That my Redeemer liveth."