Shall Man, O God of Light and Life

Shall man

O God of light and life

Forever mol­der in the grave?

Canst Thou for­get Thy glo­ri­ous work

Thy pro­mise

and Thy pow­er to save?

But in those si­lent realms of night

Shall peace and hope no more arise?

No fu­ture morn­ing light the tomb

Nor day­star gild the dark­some skies?

Cease

cease

ye vain

de­spond­ing fears:

When Christ

our Lord

from dark­ness sprang

Death

last of foes

was cap­tive led

And Heav’n with praise and won­der rang.

Faith sees the bright

eter­nal doors

Unfold to make His child­ren way;

They shall be clothed with end­less life

And shine in ev­er­last­ing day.