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777.
[I call the world's Redeemer mine]
I know that my Redeemer liveth, &c.
—xix. 25–27.
I call the world's Redeemer mine:
He lives who died for me, I know,
Who bought my soul with blood Divine,
Jesus shall re-appear below,
Stand in that dreadful day unknown,
And fix on earth His heavenly throne.
He lives who died for me, I know,
Who bought my soul with blood Divine,
Jesus shall re-appear below,
Stand in that dreadful day unknown,
And fix on earth His heavenly throne.
Then the last judgment-day shall come,
And though the worms this skin devour,
The Judge shall call me from my tomb,
Shall bid the greedy grave restore,
And raise this individual me,
God in the flesh my God to see.
And though the worms this skin devour,
The Judge shall call me from my tomb,
Shall bid the greedy grave restore,
And raise this individual me,
God in the flesh my God to see.
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In this identic body I,
With eyes of flesh refined, restored,
Shall see that self-same Saviour nigh,
See for myself my smiling Lord,
See with ineffable delight,
Nor faint to bear the glorious sight.
With eyes of flesh refined, restored,
Shall see that self-same Saviour nigh,
See for myself my smiling Lord,
See with ineffable delight,
Nor faint to bear the glorious sight.
Then let the worms demand their prey,
The greedy grave my reins consume,
With joy I drop my mouldering clay,
And rest till my Redeemer come,
On Christ my Life, in death rely,
Secure that I can never die.
The greedy grave my reins consume,
With joy I drop my mouldering clay,
And rest till my Redeemer come,
On Christ my Life, in death rely,
Secure that I can never die.
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