When I the Lonely Tomb Survey

When I the lone­ly tomb sur­vey

Where once Christ’s bo­dy was se­cured

I see ful­filled what pro­phets say

And on my foes de­struct­ion poured.

This emp­ty tomb shall now pro­claim

How weak the bands of con­quered death!

Sweet pledge

that all who trust His name

Shall rise and draw im­mor­tal breath.

Our sure­ty freed

so we are free

For whose of­fens­es He was seized;

In His re­lease our own we see

And joy to view Je­ho­vah pleased.

Our Sav­ior now hath left the dead

And lives and reigns

to die no more

But lives in Heav­en for those to plead

For whom the pains of death He bore.

Thy ris­en Head

my soul

be­hold

And see the glo­ri­ous crown He wears;

The like

too

with a harp of gold

Shall thee ad­orn when He ap­pears.

Dear Lord

I im­pa­tient­ly long

To see the hour when Thou shalt come;

Then shall I join the end­less song

Of the re­deemed by Thee brought home.