I Know that My Redeemer Liveth.
"I know that my Redeemer lives"—and, when the darkening gloom
Doth sometimes gather round my way, like shadows from the tomb,
Oh! then I lay my aching head upon his loving breast;
My flowing tears are wiped away, my griefs are hushed to rest. "I know that my Redeemer lives"—and, when temptation's dart
Doth aim to draw the life-blood out e'en from my very heart,
Oh! then I learn of Him to bid for aye the tempter fly;
And in his strength I'll conquer, I'll conquer though I die. "I know that my Redeemer lives"—and, when by toil and care
My spirit sinks beneath the load, too burdensome to bear,
Oh! then I hear that pitying voice, saying to souls oppressed,
"Come unto me, ye weary ones, and I will give you rest." "I know that my Redeemer lives"—and, when, with tear-dimmed eye,
I see the love of early years around me droop and die,
Oh! then to soothe my bitter grief, my Saviour speaks to me,
And bids be still the winds and waves of my soul's troubled sea. "I know that my Redeemer lives"—and, when life's sands run low,
When my dim eye is closing fast on all I love below,
Rejoicing in the perfect trust which this assurance gives,
I'll triumph over death; "I know that my Redeemer lives." "I know that my Redeemer lives"—and, by his saving grace,
My sins all washed away, I shall behold him face to face;
Then loud shall swell my joyful song, on that immortal shore,
"I know that my Redeemer lives"—"he lives forevermore."
—Sel.