1 Shall man, O God of light and life,
For ever moulder in the grave?
Canst thou forget Thy glorious work,
Thy promise and Thy power to save?
2 Shall life revisit dying worms,
And spread the joyful insect's wing!
And oh shall man awake no more
To see Thy face, Thy name to sing?
3 Cease, cease, ye vain desponding fear!
When Christ, our Lord, from darkness sprang,
Death, the last foe, was captive led,
And heaven with praise and wonder rang.
4 Him he first-fruits, his chosen sons,
Shall follow from the vanquished grave
He mounts His throne, the King of kings,
His church to quicken and to save.
5 Faith sees the bright, eternal doors
Unfold to make His children way;
they shall be clothed with endless life,
And shine in everlasting day.
6 The trump shall sound, the dust awake;
From the cold tomb the slumberers spring;
Through heaven with joy their myriads rise,
And hail their Saviour and their King.
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First Line: | Shall man, O God of light and life |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1867 |
Topic: | Death |