Jesus
the rising Lord of all
His love to man commends
Poor worms He blushes not to call
His brethren and His friends.
Who basely all forsook their Lord
In His distress
and fled
To these He sends the joyful word
When risen from the dead.
“Go tell the vile deserters!—No:
My dearest brethren tell
Their advocate to Heav’n I go
To rescue them from hell.
“Lo! to My Father I ascend!
Your Father now is He
My God
and yours
whoe’er depend
For endless life on Me.
“Henceforth I ever live above
For you to intercede
The merit of My dying love
For all mankind to plead.
Sinners
I rose again to show
Your sins are all forgiv’n
And mount above the skies
that you
May follow Me to Heav’n.
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