O Jesus, my Savior,All glory to Thee;Sweet peace in believingThou givest to me.
Peace, peace to my soulFlows like a beautiful river;Peace, hallowed and pure,Constant abiding forever.
What heights of enjoyment,What rapture is mine;While faithfully trustingThy promise divine.
Should sorrow o’ertake me,Thy Word is my stay;Should trials befall meThou guidest my way.
O loving Redeemer,Whatever Thy will,In tempests or sunshine,I’ll follow Thee still.
That Eastertide with joy was bright,The sun shone out with fairer light,When, to their longing eyes restored,The glad apostles saw their Lord.
He bade them see His hands, His side,Where yet the glorious wounds abide;The tokens true which made it plainTheir Lord indeed was risen again.
Jesus, the King of gentleness,Do Thou Thyself our hearts possessThat we may give Thee all our daysThe tribute of our grateful praise.
O Lord of all, with us abideIn this our joyful Eastertide;From every weapon death can wieldThine own redeemed forever shield.
All praise be Thine, O risen Lord,From death to endless life restored;All praise to God the Father beAnd Holy Ghost eternally.