I Know That My Redeemer Lives
I know that my Redeemer lives,
And ever prays for me;
A token of his love he gives,
A pledge of liberty.
I find him lifting up my head,
He brings salvation near,
His presence makes me free indeed,
And he will soon appear.
He wills that I should holy be,
What can withstand his will?
The counsel of his grace in me
He surely shall fulfil.
Jesus, I hang upon thy word;
I steadfastly believe
Thou wilt return and claim me, Lord
And to thyself receive,
Joyful in hope, my spirit soars
To meet thee from above,
Thy goodness thankfully adores;
And sure I taste thy love.
Thy love I soon expect to find,
In all its depth and height;
To comprehend the Eternal Mind,
And grasp the Infinite.
When God is mine and I am his,
Of paradise possest,
I taste unutterable bliss,
And everlasting rest.
The bliss of those that fully dwell,
Fully in thee believe,
'Tis more than angel-tongues can tell,
Or angel-minds conceive.
Thou only know'st, who didst obtain,
And die to make it known;
The great salvation now explain,
And perfect us in one!