Scripture Verse

It is Christ that died, yea rather, that is risen again, who is even at the right hand of God, Who also makes intercession for us. Romans 8:34


Words: Jo­si­ah Con­der, Con­gre­ga­tion­al Hymn Book 1836, num­ber 160.

Music: Wat­ford ar­ranged from a Ger­man cho­rale by Pe­ter Mau­rice (1803–1878) (🔊 pdf nwc).

If you know where to get a good pho­to of Mau­rice (head & shoul­ders, at least 200×300 pix­els),

Josiah Conder


O show me not my Savior dying,
As on the cross He bled;
Nor in the tomb, a captive lying,
For He has left the dead.
Then bid me not that form extended
For my Redeemer own,
Who, to the highest heavens ascended,
In glory fills the throne.

Weep not for Him at Calvary’s station,
Weep only for thy sins;
View where He lay with exultation,
’Tis there our hope begins.
Yet stay not there, thy sorrows feeding,
Amid the scenes He trod;
Look up, and see Him interceding
At the right hand of God.

Still in the shameful cross I glory,
Where His dear blood was spilt:
His shameful cross, set forth before me,
Hath canceled all my guilt.
Yet what, ’mid conflict and temptation,
Shall strength and honor give?
He lives, the Captain of Sal­va­tion,
Therefore His servants live.

By death, He death’s dark king defeated,
And overcame the grave:
Rising, the triumph He completed;
He lives, he reigns to save.
Heaven’s happy myriads bow before Him:
He comes, the Judge of men:
These eyes shall see Him, and adore Him,
Lord Jesus, own me then.