English poem
Hymn XXXVIII. Common Metre. The Hope of the Resurrection
by Anonymous
Blest be the everlasting God, The father of our Lord; Be his abounding mercy prais'd, His majesty ador'd.
When from the dead he rais'd his Son, And call'd him to the sky; He gave our souls a lively hope, That they should never die.
What though his uncontrol'd decree Command our flesh to dust? Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose, So all his followers must.
There's an inheritance divine Reserv'd against that day; 'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd, And cannot fade away.
Saints by the power of God are kept, Till the salvation come; We walk by faith as strangers here, Till Christ shall call us home.