Emerging from Yon Silent Grave

Emerging from yon si­lent grave

What won­drous per­son do I see?

It is Im­ma­nu­el

strong to save

Who loved

and lived

and died for me.

I see Him mount the az­ure skies

And seated on His roy­al throne

Whence He looks down with pi­ty­ing eyes

And makes my cares and griefs His own.

Oh could I in a clear­er light

Behold the beau­ties of His face

Divinely sweet

di­vine­ly bright

How would I fly to His em­brace!