I Am He That Liveth

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.

I am He that liv­eth

that liv­eth and was dead

I am He that liv­eth

that liv­eth and was dead;

And be­hold

I am alive for­ev­er­more

Behold

I am alive for­ev­er­more;

I am He that liv­eth

that liv­eth and was dead

And be­hold

I am alive for­ev­er­more.

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 heav’n­ly con­sum­ma­tion—

Caught up

to be for­ev­er with the Lord.