ONE DAY WHEN HEAVEN WAS FILLED WITH HIS PRAISES

One day when heaven was filled with his praises,

One day when sin was as black as could be,

Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin—

Dwelt amongst men, my example is he!


Living, he loved me; dying, he saved me;

Buried, he carried my sins far away;

Rising, he justified freely, for ever:

One day he's coming—O, glorious day!


One day they led him up Calvary's mountain,

One day they nailed him to die on the tree;

Suffering anguish, despised and rejected:

Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is he!


One day they left him alone in the garden,

One day he rested, from suffering free;

Angels came down o'er his tomb to keep vigil;

Hope of the hopeless, my Saviour is he!


One day the grave could conceal him no longer,

One day the stone rolled away from the door;

Then he arose, over death he had conquered;

Now is ascended, my Lord evermore!


One day the trumpet will sound for his coming,

One day the skies with his glories will shine;

Wonderful day, my beloved ones bringing;

Glorious Saviour, this Jesus is mine!