THOU hast stood here, Lord Jesus,
Beside the still, cold grave,
And shown Thy gracious sympathy,
And mighty power to save:
Thy tears of tender pity,
Thine agonizing groan,
Tell how for us Thou feelest,
Though seated on the throne.
Thou hast lain here, Lord Jesus!
Thyself the victim then,-
The Lord of life and glory,
Once slain for wretched men.
From sin and condemnation,
When none but Thou couldst save,
Thy love than death was stronger,
And deeper than the grave.
Yes, Thou wast here, Lord Jesus!
But Thou art here no more;
The terror and the darkness,
The night of death are o'er:
Great Captain of Salvation,
Thy triumphs now we sing,
“O Grave, where is thy victory?”
“O Death, where is thy sting?”
We wait for Thine appearing,
We weep-but we rejoice;
In all our heart-felt sorrow,
We still can hear Thy voice,
“I am the Resurrection,
I live who once was slain;
Fear not; for this, thy brother,
Shall rise with Me to reign!”
“FEAR THOU NOT; FOR I AM WITH THEE.”
“FEAR thou not!" Why should we fear,
While our faithful God is near?
Why should Israel be dismayed,
When our God, Himself, hath said,
“Fear thou not, for I am near!
Why should then My people fear?”
“Fear thou not, though thou art weak;
Why should terror blanch thy cheek?
I will strengthen thee to stand,
,And uphold thee by My hand.”
“Fear thou not," &c.
“All that hate thee, I '11 confound;
Seek them,-they shall not be found:
As the chaff before the gale,
All their craft and power shall fail.”
“Fear thou not," &c.
Oh, our God, we will not fear:
Though the night be dark and drear,
Though our foes are great and strong,
This shall be our cheerful song,
God has said that He is near,
Why then should His Israel fear?