Classic Poem

J ESUS , my Redeemer, lives,
Naught from Him my soul can sever;
Bright the hope this promise gives,
I with Him shall live for ever:
Shall I fear then? Can the Head
Rise and leave the members dead?

Flesh I am, and therefore must
Enter soon Death's gloomy portal;
This I know: but from the dust
I shall rise to life immortal;
Then at my Redeemer's side
I shall evermore abide.

God Himself, in that blest place,
Shall a glorious body give me;
I shall see my Saviour's face,
To His arms He will receive me, —
To His joyful presence raise,
Evermore on Him to gaze!

Mortals, raise your souls above
Earthly joys and fleeting treasure;
Yield your hearts to Him in love,
Here obey your L ORD'S good pleasure.
Fix your thoughts beyond the skies,
Whither ye yourselves would rise.