I Set the Lord Before My Face

I set the Lord be­fore my face

He bears my cour­age up;

My heart and tongue their joys ex­press

My flesh shall rest in hope.

My spir­it

Lord

Thou wilt not leave

Where souls de­part­ed are;

Nor quit my bo­dy to the grave

To see cor­rupt­ion there.

Thou wilt re­veal the path of life

And raise me to Thy throne;

Thy courts im­mor­tal plea­sure give

Thy pre­sence joys un­known.

Thus

in the name of Christ

the Lord

The ho­ly Da­vid sung;

And Pro­vi­dence ful­fills the word

Of his pro­phet­ic tongue.

Jesus

whom ev­ery saint ad­ores

Was cru­ci­fied and slain:

Behold

the tomb its prey re­stores

Behold

He lives again.

When shall my feet arise and stand

On Heav’n’s eter­nal hills?

There sits the Son at God’s right hand

And there the Fa­ther smiles.