I Know That My Redeemer Lives

I know that my Redeemer lives, And ever prays for me; A token of his love he gives, A pledge of liberty.

I find him lifting up my head, He brings salvation near, His presence makes me free indeed, And he will soon appear.

He wills that I should holy be, What can withstand his will? The counsel of his grace in me He surely shall fulfil.

Jesus, I hang upon thy word; I steadfastly believe Thou wilt return and claim me, Lord And to thyself receive,

Joyful in hope, my spirit soars To meet thee from above, Thy goodness thankfully adores; And sure I taste thy love.

Thy love I soon expect to find, In all its depth and height; To comprehend the Eternal Mind, And grasp the Infinite.

When God is mine and I am his, Of paradise possest, I taste unutterable bliss, And everlasting rest.

The bliss of those that fully dwell, Fully in thee believe, 'Tis more than angel-tongues can tell, Or angel-minds conceive.

Thou only know'st, who didst obtain, And die to make it known; The great salvation now explain, And perfect us in one!