“Christ the first-fruits; afterward they that are Christ's at His coming."-1 Cor.15: 23.
JESUS, Thy name indeed is sweet,
In every scene, at every hour;
All that we need is there complete:
Love all divine, almighty power,
Yet full of tend'rest sympathy;
Our souls can rest themselves on Thee.
We weep,-but Thou hast also wept,
Thy tears o'erflowed at Lazarus' grave;
Such was Thy love to those bereft,
Such too Thy mighty power to save:
Thy voice the power of death o'erthrew,
And bade the dead his life renew.
Thou art the Resurrection, Lord;
Thy voice shall raise Thy saints that sleep;
One moment-one almighty word-
The harvest of the dead shall reap:
Our bodies raised by power divine,
Conformed, O Lord of Life, to Thine.
For this we wait. And now we sow,
In hope, this body in the dust;
Not with the world's despairing woe,
For in Thy word and name we trust:
With Him we’ll meet Thee in the sky,
And sing Thy love and victory.