I know that my Redeemer lives! What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives, he lives, who once was dead; He lives, my ever-living Head!
He lives triumphant from the grave; He lives eternally to save;
He lives all glorious in the sky; He lives exalted there on high.
He lives to bless me with his love; He lives to plead for me above;
He lives my hungry soul to feed; He lives to help in time of need.
He lives to silence all my fears; He lives to wipe away my tears
He lives to calm my troubled heart; He lives all blessings to impart.
He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly friend; He lives and loves me to the end;
He lives, and while he lives, I’ll sing; He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King!
He lives and grants me daily breath; He lives, and I shall conquer death.
He lives my mansion to prepare; He lives to bring me safely there.
He lives, all glory to his name! He lives, my Jesus, still the same;
Oh, the sweet joy this sentence gives: “I know that my Redeemer lives!”
~ Samuel Medley (1775)