I set the Lord before my face,
He bears my courage up;
My heart and tongue their joys express,
My flesh shall rest in hope.

My spirit, Lord, Thou wilt not leave
Where souls departed are;
Nor quit my body to the grave,
To see corruption there.

Thou wilt reveal the path of life,
And raise me to Thy throne;
Thy courts immortal pleasure give,
Thy presence joys unknown.

Thus, in the name of Christ, the Lord,
The holy David sung;
And Providence fulfills the word
Of his prophetic tongue.

Jesus, whom every saint adores,
Was cru­ci­fied and slain:
Behold, the tomb its prey restores,
Behold, He lives again.

When shall my feet arise and stand
On Heav’n’s eter­nal hills?
There sits the Son at God’s right hand,
And there the Fa­ther smiles.