HE DIES! HE DIES! THE LOWLY MAN OF SORROWS

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 awful billows,
And He hath triumphed over all our foes.

He lives! He lives! What glorious consolation!
Exalted at His Father's own right hand;
He pleads for us, and, by His intercession,
Enables all His saints by grace to stand.

He comes! He comes! O blest anticipation!
In keeping with His true and faithful word;
To call us to our heavenly consummation-
Caught up, to be for ever with the Lord.

[chorus]
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.