I Call the World’s Redeemer Mine

I call the world’s Re­deem­er mine:

He lives who died for me

I know

Who bought my soul with blood di­vine

Jesus shall re-ap­pear be­low

Stand in that dread­ful day un­known

And fix on earth His heav­en­ly throne.

Then the last judg­ment-day shall come;

And though the worms this skin de­vour

The Judge shall call me from my tomb

Shall bid the greedy grave re­store

And raise this in­di­vi­du­al me

God in the flesh

my God

to see.

In this ident­ic bo­dy I

With eyes of flesh re­fined

re­stored

Shall see that self-same Sav­ior nigh

See for my­self my smil­ing Lord

See with in­ef­fa­ble de­light;

Nor faint to bear the glo­ri­ous sight.

Then let the worms de­mand their prey

The greedy grave my reins con­sume;

With joy I drop my mol­der­ing clay

And rest till my Re­deem­er come;

On Christ

my life

in death re­ly

Secure that I can nev­er die.