183. Rise, My Soul

1. Rise, my soul, completely throwing
Off the bonds of vanity!
To the heavenly home be going,
From this earthly desert flee!
For thou in the world wilt see
Always, only vanity.

2. Let it by thy heart’s deep yearning,
Blessed Zion to attain;
All earth’s vanity here spurning;
Haste, for that will be thy gain!
O let nothing now delay
Thee upon thy homeward way!

3. Come and spend a solemn hour..
At the tomb where Jesus lay,
Who by God’s almighty power
Rose on the appointed day!
He to life mad thee a way,
With His life the price did pay.

4. There the Savior took thy many
Sins with Him upon the cross;
Silently, and without any
Due reproach, He suffered loss;
There He won for me and thee
Life and joy eternally.

5. Death, the first, is now forever
Conquered and his might laid low;
For the Hero broke that scepter
When He to the grave did go;
Bonds are broken, dungeon’s might;
Liberty is brought to light!

6. Now the very sting is taken
That gave second death its power;
Vanquished is the evil dragon
That so long did fiercely lower.
Now the serpent’s poison may
No believer’s heart dismay.

7. O the lovely, glorious portal,
That o’er Jesus’ grave I see:
“Jesus lives!” O words immortal,
Like a magnet, drawing me!
“Jesus lives!” this, too, I see:
“Who believes, shall live with Me!”

8. Death therefore me no more frightens:
Jesus lives, so also I!
And for me, His heir, this brightens
All the grave where I must lie;
He will take me from its gloom
Into my eternal home.

9. Now with Job I say believing:
Jesus, my Redeemer, lives!
New life I will be receiving
By the power that He gives:
He, the strong, will me not leave,
Till He also breaks my grave.

10. As to Christ I cling forever, -
He the Head, I, member true, -
So He will forsake me never
Whatsoe’er He passeth through.
He, the First-fruit, goes ahead
That I may by Him be led.

11. Adam being dead within me,
Henceforth live Thou, Lord, in me;
What Thy sacred death did win me,
May it bring much fruit to Thee:
May the Spirit victor be
And the flesh succumb to Thee.

12. Thou of life the Prince and Giver,
For Thy death I now thank Thee!
Now my faith is fruitless never,
And my hope in death shall be,
That in death – I trust in Thee –
I shall not forsaken be!

13. O how will the voice be ringing
That doth call us from the grave;
What a sound the trump be bringing,
Piercing every burial-cave:
“Come, ye dead,” it loudly cries,
“Nothing hinders ye, arise!”

14. Thou the dust will then enliven,
All the bones new lIfe will see;
A new form I will be given,
For I shall immortal be;
And, transfigured by Thy hand,
In Thy likeness I shall stand.

15. This hope I ascribe, dear Savior,
To Thy resurrection blest,
For Thy life is mine forever,
And Thy rest, Lord, is my rest;
Thine own triumph mine shall be, -
All I own I have from Thee.