186. One Day When Heaven Was Filled With His Praises

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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!
 
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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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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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 Savior is He!
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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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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 Savior, this Jesus is mine!
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