As Once the Savior Rose on High

As once the Sav­ior rose on high

When mur­der­ers bore Him to His doom

So all that live and all that die

Shall break the dun­geons of the tomb.

And when again He walks the skies

When roll­ing clouds His path sur­round

The na­tions of the dead shall rise

At the deep stir­ring trum­pet’s sound.

The Fa­ther of our err­ing race

Shall give the judg­ment to the Son

And spread the books be­fore His face

Remembering all that they have done.

Then all whose days were passed in sin

Who turned from Heav­en with gui­lty heart

When God would fain have led them in

Shall hear the aw­ful word

De­part.

But if I keep my God in view

In all I think

and all I do

Then when my Sav­ior wakes the dead

His own right hand shall crown my head.