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SS & S 171

He dies! He dies! The lowly Man of Sorrows,
On whom were laid our many griefs and woes;
Our sins He bore, beneath God’s awful billows,
And He hath triumphed over all our foes.

“I am He that liveth, that liveth, and was dead:
I am He that liveth, that liveth, and was dead;
And behold, . . I am alive . . for evermore, . .
Behold, . . I am alive . . for evermore . .
I am He that liveth, that liveth, and was dead;
And behold, . . I am alive . . for evermore . . .

He lives! He lives! what glorious consolation!
Exalted at His father’s own right hand;
He pleads for us, and by His intercession,
Enables all His saints by grace to stand.

He comes! He comes! Oh, blest anticipation!
In keeping with His true and faithful word;
To call us to our heavenly consummation-
Caught up, to be “for ever with the Lord,”