Before my face my Savior stands,
His sorrowing eyes I see;
Piercèd with nails His precious hands,
His body on the tree.
Look up, look up, ’tis Christ I see;
He died for you, He died for me;
Look up, look up, ’tis Christ I see;
He died for you, He died for me.

The grave wherein the Savior lay,
No terror hath for me;
The debt of sin for me He paid,
He died to make me free.
Look up, look up, ’tis Christ I see;
He left the realms of light for me;
Look up, look up, ’tis Christ I see;
He left the realms of light for me.

For me the veil and rock were riv’n;
The grave gave up its dead;
For me ascended into Heav’n—
I go where Jesus led.
Look up, look up, ’tis Christ I see;
He ever lives for you and me.
Look up, look up, ’tis Christ I see;
He ever lives for you and me.

Vain was the watch, the seal, the stone,
Where my dear Savior lay;
He burst the gates of death alone,
And rose to endless day.
Look up, look up, ’tis Christ I see;
He burst the gates of death for me;
Oh, praise the Lord, His face I see;
Oh, praise the Lord, He lives for me.