In the midst of thieves on
Calvary, Christ our Saviour, bled;
Bore the storm of wrath and judgment
In His people’s stead.
In the midst of His disciples,
Risen from the dead;
In the power of resurrection,
“Peace to you,” He said.
In the midst of those now gathered
To His precious name;
And to faith so real and present,
Evermore the same.
In the midst in scenes of glory,
As the Lamb once slain;
And e’er long we’ll see Him coming
Over all to reign.