|Blessed be Jehovah, Israel's God,|
The Father of our Lord;
Be His abounding mercy praised,
His Majesty adored.
When from the dead He raised His Son,
And called Him to His hand,
He gave to us a lively hope,
A rock on which to stand.
What tho our mortal state require
Our flesh to see the dust;
Our Lord and Saviour rose again,
So all His servants must.
This is our hope, that joy to see,
Reserved against that day,
When sin and weakness, pain and death
Shall ever fly away.