Jesus lives, and with Him I;
Whence, O death, is fright betaken?
Jesus lives, and so shall I
At His call from death awaken.
He in light hath clothed me hence;
This shall be my confidence.
As the hart for water panteth,
So my soul for Thee, O God.
It to stand before Thee wanteth
And to see the living God.
Tears my meat are night and day;
"Where is God?" they ever say.
"If He love thee, why doth leave thee?
God doth certainly deceive thee."
