Árdís - 01.01.1958, Page 15

Ársrit Bandalags lúterskra kvenna
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And so I rest in Jesus,
For death will surely come;
And I am no whit better
Than those now in the tomb.
Whene’er the last call soundeth
None may exempted be;
The night of Death I enter,
And enter fearlessly.
I know that my Redeemer
Lives, crowned upon the
throne;
Lord over earth and heaven,
He saves, and he alone.
He conquered Death by dying
Upon the accursed tree,
And from His death springs
glorious
Etei’nal life for me.
Christ conquered Death by
dying—
Jesu, Thy mortal pain
O’erthrow the King of Terrors
And brake the captive’s chain.
What though this earthly body
Obey Death’s dread behest?
The soul soars free rejoicing
To mansions of the blest.
I think upon my Saviour,
I trust His power to keep,
His mighty arm enfolds me
Awakening and in sleep.
Christ is my rock, my courage,
Christ is my soul’s true life,
And Christ (my still heart
knows it)
Will bear me through the
strife.
In Jesus’ Name I’m living,
In Jesus’ Name I’ll die,
I’ll fear not though life’s vigour
From Death’s cold shadow fly.
O Grave, where is thy triumph?
O Death, where is thy sting?
“Come when thou wilt, and
welcome!”
Secure in Christ I sing.