1 I know that my Redeemer lives;
He lives, who once was dead;
To me in grief He comfort gives;
With peace He crowns my head.

2 He lives, triumphant o'er the grave,
At God's right hand on high,
My ransomed soul to keep and save,
To bless and glorify.

3 He lives, that I may also live,
And now His grace proclaim;
He lives, that I may honor give
To His most holy name.

4 Let strains of heavenly music rise,
While all their anthems sing
To Christ, my precious Sacrifice,
And everliving King.