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| 1 | One day when heaven was filled with His praises, |
| When our condition was black as could be, |
| Jesus Emmanuel was born of a virgin, |
| Dwelling with men, my example is He! |
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| Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me; |
| Buried, He carried my sins far away; |
| Rising, He justified freely forever: |
| One day He's coming—oh glorious day! |
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| 2 | One day they led Him up Calvary's mountain, |
| One day they nailed Him to die on the tree; |
| Suffering anguish, despised and rejected; |
| Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He! |
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| 3 | One day they left Him alone in the garden, |
| One day He rested, from suffering free; |
| Angels came down o'er His tomb to keep vigil; |
| Hope of the hopeless, my Saviour is He! |
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| 4 | One day the grave could conceal Him no longer, |
| One day the stone rolled away from the door; |
| He had arisen, over death He had conquered; |
| Now is ascended, my Lord evermore! |
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| 5 | One day the trumpet will sound for His coming, |
| One day the skies with His glory will shine; |
| Wonderful day, my belovèd ones bringing; |
| Glorious Saviour, this Jesus is mine! |
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