He Dies ! He Dies ! The Lowly Man Of Sorrows,
On Whom Were Laid Our Many Griefs And Woes;
Our Sins He Bore, Beneath God’s Our Foes.
Awful Billows,
And He Hath Triumphed Over All

I Am He That Liveth, That Liveth, And Was Dead;
I Am He That Liveth, That Liveth, And Was Dead;
And Behold, I Am Alive For Evermore,
Behold, I Am Alive For Evermore
I Am He That Liveth, That Liveth, And Was Dead ;
And Behold, I Am Alive For Evermore

He Lives ! He Lives ! What Glorious
Consolation ! [Hand;
Exalted At His Father’s Own Right
He Pleads For Us, And By His Inter-Cession,
Enables All His Saints By Grace To Stand.

He Comes ! He Comes ! Oh, Blest
Anticipation ! Faithful Word;
In Keeping With His True And
To Call Us To Our Heavenly Consummation
Caught Up, To Be For Ever With The Lord.