Paul Gerhardt, 1649; J. Kelly, tr., a. 219 C. M. Father of Jesus Christ, my Lord, My Savior, and my Head, I trust in Thee, whose powerful word Hath raised Him from the dead. 2. Thou know’st for my offense He died And rose again for me, Fully and freely justified, That I might live to Thee. 3. Eternal life to all mankind Thou hast in Jesus giv’n; And all who seek, in Him shall find The happiness of heav’n. 4. Obedient faith, that waits on Thee, Thou never wilt reprove; But Thou wilt form Thy Son in me And perfect me in love. 5. To Thee the glory of Thy power And faithfulness I give. I shall in Christ at that glad hour, And Christ in me, shall live. Charles Wesley, 1742. 220 7, 8, 7, 8, 7, 7 Jesus Christ, my sure Defense And my Savior, ever liveth; Knowing this, my confidence Rests upon the hope it giveth Though thy night of death be fraught Still with many an anxious thought. 2. Jesus, my Redeemer, lives! I, too, unto life must waken; Endless joy my Savior gives; Shall my courage, then, be shaken? Shall I fear, or could the Head Rise and leave His members dead? 3. Nay, too closely am I bound Unto Him by hope forever; Faith’s strong hand the Rock hath found, Grasped it, and will leave it never; Even death now cannot part From its Lord the trusting heart. 4. I am only flesh and blood, And on this corruption seizeth; But I know my Lord and God From the grave my body raiseth That with Him eternally In His glory I may be. 5. Glorified, I shall again With this skin then be enshrouded; In this body I shall then See my God with eyes unclouded; In this flesh I then shall see Jesus Christ eternally. 6. Then these eyes my Lord shall know, My Redeemer and my Brother; In His love my soul shall glow,— I myself, and not another! Only there shall disappear Weakness in and round me here. 7. What now sickens, mourns, and sighs Christ with Him in glory bringeth; Earthly is the seed and dies, Heavenly from the grave it springeth; Natural is the death we die, Spiritual our life on high. 8. Then take comfort, nay, rejoice! For His members Christ will cherish; Fear not, they will know His voice, Though awhile they seem to perish, When the final trump is heard And the deaf, cold grave is stirred.