A Carol to My King

written for my grandma's funeral, a sort of non-medley-ish-compilation of a few hymns

I know that my Redeemer lives; What comfort this sweet sentence gives!
He lives to comfort me when faint. He lives to hear my soul’s complaint.
O to grace how great a debtor daily I’m constrained to be!
Let thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee.

He lives, my kind, wise, heavenly Friend; He lives and loves me to the end.
He lives, and while He lives I’ll sing: He lives, my Prophet, Priest, and King.
Teach me some melodious sonnet sung by flaming tongues above;
Praise the mount; I’m fixed upon it: Mount of thy redeeming love.

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.

There is music in my soul today, a carol to my King
And Jesus, listening, can hear the songs I cannot sing.

INTERLUDE

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!