509 Jesus Christ, my sure defense

1 Jesus Christ, my sure defense And my Savior, ever liveth; Knowing this: my confidence Rests upon the hope it giveth, Though the night of death be fraught Still with many an anxious thought. 2 Jesus, my Redeemer, lives! I, too, unto life shall waken; He will have me where He is: Should my courage then be shaken? Should I fear? Or can the Head Rise and leave its members dead? 3 Nay, too closely am I bound Unto Him by hope forever: Faith's strong hand the rock hath found, Grasped it, and will leave it never: Not death in death can part From its Lord the trusting heart. 4 I shall see God with these eyes Shall behold my blessed Savior; I, the selfsame, shall arise, In my flesh see God forever; Then shall wholly disappear Frailties that oppress me here. 5 What now sickens, mourns and sighs, Christ with Him to glory bringeth; Earthly is the seed and dies, Heavenly from the grave it springeth; Glorified we then shall rise To our mansions in the skies. 6 Savior, draw away our heart Now from pleasures base and hollow, Let us there with Thee have part, Here on earth Thy footsteps follow. Fix our hearts beyond the skies, Whither we ourselves would rise.