“Our Lord has written the promise of resurrection, not in books alone, but in every leaf in springtime”  ~Martin Luther (Reformer) 

The angel said to the women, “Do not be afraid;
for I know that you are looking for Jesus
who has been crucified.
“He is not here, for He has risen, just as He said.
Come, see the place where He was lying.”
(Matthew 28:5-6)

Oh Sweet the joy this sentence gives, I know that my Redeemer Lives!
(Hymn: Samuel Medley) 

I know that my Redeemer lives
What comfort this sweet sentence gives
He lives, He lives, who once was dead
He lives, my ever living Head.

He lives to bless me with His love
He lives to plead for me above
He lives my hungry soul to feed
He lives to help in time of need

He lives to grant me rich supply
He lives to guide me with His eye
He lives to comfort me when faint
He lives to hear my soul’s complaint

He lives to silence all my fears
He lives to wipe away my tears
He lives to calm my troubled heart
He lives all blessings to impart

He lives, my kind, wise, Heavenly Friend
He lives and loves me ’til the end
He lives, and while He lives, I’ll sing
He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King

He lives and grants me daily breath
He lives, and I shall conquer death
He lives my mansion to prepare
He lives to bring me safely there

He lives, all glory to His Name
He lives, my Savior, still the same
Oh, sweet the joy this sentence gives
I know that my Redeemer lives