REDEEMER.
I know that my Redeemer liveth, and that He shall stand at the latter day upon the earth.—Job, xix. 25.
Thy Redeemer the Holy One of Israel; the God of the whole earth shall He be called.—Isaiah, liv. 5.
The Redeemer shall come to Zion, and unto them that turn from transgression in Jacob, saith the Lord.—Isaiah, lix. 20.
O, blest Redeemer, from Thy sacred throne,
Where saints and angels sing Thy triumphs won,
From that exalted height of bliss supreme
Look down on those who bear Thy Sacred Name;
Restore their ways, inspire them by Thy grace,
Thy laws to follow, and Thy steps to trace;
Thy bright example to Thy doctrine join,
And by their morals prove their faith divine!
Boyse.
Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates,
The King of Glory comes! He comes to clothe
This mortal in the unperishable garb
Of immortality! Hear it, ye dead,
Hear the glad tidings! and with trembling hope
Expect that day, when at th’ Archangel’s trump,
From the long sleep of many thousand years
Ye shall awake—awake to sleep no more:
Hear it, O living man, ere greedy Death
Consigns thee to the prison of the tomb;
Hear and be wise, seek thy Redeemer’s throne;
On bending knees implore His healing grace,
Chaunt forth His praise and venerate His name.
William Bolland.
Then shall the day-spring rise, before whose beams
The darkness of the world is past: for hark!
Seraphs and angel-choirs with symphonies
Acclaiming of ten thousand golden harps,
Amid the bursting clouds of heaven reveal’d.
At once in glory jubilant,—they sing:
“God the Redeemer liveth! He who took
Man’s nature on Him, and in human shroud
Veil’d His immortal glory! He is risen—
God the Redeemer liveth! and behold
The gates of life and immortality
Opened to all that breathe.”
Bowles.
Out of my penitence there has grown hope;
I trust and raise my suppliant eyes to Heaven,
And when my soul desponds, I meekly say,
“I know that my Redeemer liveth.”
Miss Landon.
He dies; in whose high victory,
The slayer, death himself, shall die,
He dies; by whose all-conquering tread
Shall yet be crushed the serpent’s head;
From his proud throne to darkness hurled,
The god and tempter of this world.
He dies; creation’s awful Lord,
Jehovah, Christ, Eternal Word!
To come in thunder from the skies;
To bid the buried world arise;
The earth His footstool, heaven His throne;—
Redeemer! may Thy will be done!
Croly.
My blest Redeemer lives.—In that last day
When, like the baseless fabric of a dream,
Earth’s unsubstantial glories pass away,
He then shall stand, acknowledged Lord supreme.
My blest Redeemer lives.—Though death the head
Consign, a victim to the silent tomb;
Though worms around my lifeless body spread,
Though noisome worms these mouldering limbs consume,
Triumphant still o’er Satan’s power I rise,
My God, my God appears, and wakes these languid eyes.
Samuel Hayes.
Rejected, scorned,
Despised, a man of sorrow and distress,
To all the ills which poverty’s chill cold,
Or power of tyrant malice could inflict,
Exposed a victim, through life’s wretched vale
Our blest Redeemer passed.
Samuel Hayes.
From all that dwell below the skies
Let the Creator’s praise arise;
Let the Redeemer’s name be sung
Through every land by every tongue.
Watts.