Lord, pardon me before I die, In that land rest where nothing dies. THE SUFFERINGS OF JESUS. "Thinkest thou that I cannot now pray to my Father, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions of angels?" The armies of the heavenly hosts Ah! wherefore then is God's own Son Such was the Almighty Father's will For us was numbered with the dead. A full atonement now is made, Now God from Heaven to earth comes down, Expect him, O ye sons of light, To come again with clouds in might ; The Lord is risen; ye deaf men, hear; Ye dead, arise; your God is near; Come forth, come forth, rejoice and sing, 'The Lord is risen, the Lord is King.' |