Thou Hast Stood Here, Lord Jesus

Thou hast stood here, Lord Jesus,
Beside the still cold grave;
And proved Thy deep compassion
And mighty power to save.
Thy tears of tender pity,
Thine agonizing groan,
Teach how for us Thou feelest,
Now seated on Thy throne.

Thou hast lain here, Lord Jesus,
Thyself the victim then,
The Lord of life and glory,
Once slain for wretched men.
From sin and condemnation
When none but Thou couldst save,
Thy love than death was stronger
And deeper than the grave.

Yes, Thou wast here, Lord Jesus,
But Thou art here no more;
The terror and the darkness,
The night of death, are o'er.
Great Captain of salvation,
Thy triumphs now we sing,
O grave! where is thy victory?
O death! where is thy sting?

We wait for Thine appearing;
We weep, but we rejoice;
In all our depths of sorrow
We still can hear Thy voice;
I am the resurrection;
I live who once was slain;
Fear not! thy friend and brother
Shall rise with me and reign.

MIDI sequence copyright © 2000 Brian M. Ames.