We Sing His Love, Who Once Was Slain

We sing His love

who once was slain

Who soon o’er death re­vived again

That all His saints through Him might have

Eternal con­quests o’er the grave.

Soon shall the trum­pet sound

and we

Shall rise to im­mor­tal­ity.

The saints who now with Je­sus sleep

His own al­migh­ty pow­er shall keep

Till dawns the bright il­lus­tri­ous day

When death it­self shall die away.

How loud shall our glad voic­es sing

When Christ His ris­en saints shall bring

From beds of dust and si­lent clay

To realms of ev­er­last­ing day!

When Je­sus we in glo­ry meet

Our ut­most joys shall be com­plete

When land­ed on that heav­en­ly shore

Death and the curse will be no more.

Hasten

dear Lord

the glo­ri­ous day

And this de­light­ful scene dis­play

When all Thy saints from death shall rise

Raptured in bliss be­yond the skies.