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Tuesday, February 3, 2009

I know that my Redeemer lives;
What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, He lives, who once was dead;
He lives, my ever living Head.
He lives to bless me with His love,
He lives to plead for me above.
He lives my hungry soul to feed,
He lives to help in time of need.
He lives to grant me rich supply,
He lives to guide me with His eye,
He lives to comfort me when faint,
He lives to hear my soul’s complaint.
He lives to silence all my fears,
He lives to wipe away my tears
He lives to calm my troubled heart,

He lives all blessings to impart.
He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly Friend,
He lives and loves me to the end;
He lives, and while He lives, I’ll sing;
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
He lives and grants me daily breath;
He lives, and I shall conquer death:
He lives my mansion to prepare;
He lives to bring me safely there.
He lives, all glory to His Name!
Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives,I know that my Redeemer lives!

1 comments:

heidi said...

Beautiful. Those words sum everything up. Isn't it the greatest comfort to know that our Savior is up there cheering us on, lifting us when we fall and helping us make it to the finish of every trial we have. As long as we reach out and grab hold of his hand, He'll be there.
It amazes me every time I think about it.