Jesus Leaves His Throne on High

Jesus leaves His throne on high

To save a ru­ined race;

Lo

He con­des­cends to die

And take the sin­ner’s place:

In deep slum­bers see Him borne

To the tomb

but soon He wakes;

On the third

the glo­ri­ous morn

Death’s ir­on bands He breaks.

Soldiers at the en­try stand

The sac­red place to guard;

But be­hold

the time’s at hand

The tomb must be un­barred:

Angels roll the stone away

While the watch­ers’ eyes are sealed

Death re­luct­ant yields his prey

And Je­sus stands re­vealed.

Raise

ye saints

your joy­ful eyes

The vic­to­ry is yours;

Jesus now ab­ove the skies

Your end­less bliss se­cures:

He the first-fruits from the grave

Gives a pledge of all to come:

Trust in Him

whose pow­er to save

Shall bring you safe­ly home.