Lord Jesus, who, our souls to save, Didst rest and slumber in the grave, Now grant us all in Thee to rest And here to live as seems Thee best. 2. Give us the strength, the dauntless faith, That Thou hast purchased with Thy death And lead us to that glorious place Where we shall see the Father’s face. 3. O Lamb of God, who once wast slain, We thank Thee for that bitter pain. Let us share in Thy death that we May enter into life with Thee. G. Werner, 1638; C. Winkworth, tr., a. EASTER. 218 7, 6, 7, 6, 6, 6, 6, 6 Awake, my heart, with gladness, See what to-day is done, How after gloom and sadness Comes forth the glorious Sun! My Savior there was laid Where our bed must be made When to the realms of light Our spirit wings its flight. 2. They in the grave did sink Him, The Foe held jubilee; Before he can bethink him, Lo! Christ again is free, And “Victory!” He cries And waveth toward the skies His banner, for the field Is by the Hero held. 3. Upon the grave is standing The Hero, looking round; The Foe, no more withstanding, His weapons on the ground Throws down, his hellish power To Christ he must give o’er And to the Victor’s bands Must yield his feet and hands. 4. This is a sight that gladdens And fills my heart with glee; Now naughtsoever saddens My soul nor takes from me My trust or fortitude Or any precious good Which by His victory My Savior gained for me. 5. Hell and its prince, the devil, Now of their power are shorn, I now am safe from evil, And sin I laugh to scorn. Grim Death with all his might Cannot my soul affright; He is a powerless form, Howe’er he rage and storm. 6. The world against me rageth, Its fury I disdain; Though bitter war it wageth, Its work is all in vain. My heart from care is free, No trouble troubles me, Misfortune now is play; And night is bright as day. 7. I cleave now and forever To Christ, a member true; My Head will leave me never, Whate’er He passeth through. He treads the world beneath His feet and conquers death And hell and breaks sin’s thrall; I’m with Him through it all. 8. To glory He ascendeth, I follow Him fore’er, For Christ, my Head, defendeth His member from all care. No enemy I fear Because my Head is near; My Savior is my Shield, By Him all rage is stilled. 9. He brings me to the portal That opens into bliss, Where, graved in words immortal, This golden scripture is: “Who there are scorned with Me Here with Me crowned shall be; Who there with Me shall die Shall here be raised as I!”