1 Bless'd be the everlasting God, The Father of our Lord, Be his abounding mercy prais'd, His majesty ador'd.
2 When from the dead he rais'd his Son, And call'd him to the sky, He gave our souls a lively hope That they should never die.
3 What tho' our inbred sins require Our flesh to see the dust! Yet as the Lord our Saviour rose, So all his followers must.
4 There's an inheritance divine Reserv'd against that day, 'Tis uncorrupted, undefil'd, And cannot waste away.
5 Saints by the power of God are kept Till the salvation come; We walk by faith as strangers here Till Christ shall call us home.