When I the lonely tomb survey,
Where once Christ’s body was secured,
I see fulfilled what prophets say,
And on my foes destruction poured.
This empty tomb shall now proclaim
How weak the bands of conquered death!
Sweet pledge, that all who trust His name
Shall rise and draw immortal breath.
Our Surety freed, so we are free,
For whose offenses He was seized;
In His release our own we see,
And joy to view Jehovah pleased.
Our Savior now hath left the dead,
And lives and reigns, to die no more,
But lives in Heaven for those to plead
For whom the pains of death He bore.
Thy risen Head, my soul, behold,
And see the glorious crown He wears;
The like, too, with a harp of gold,
Shall thee adorn when He appears.
Dear Lord, I impatiently long
To see the hour when Thou shalt come;
Then shall I join the endless song
Of the redeemed by Thee brought home.