From the tomb's short triumph free Jesus has appeared to me; Wathing in appointed place I beheld his hallowed face; Wihle my tears rolled o'er his feet In my ears his voice ws sweet When distrust my purpose tried He revealed His hands and side. On the borders of despair, Jesus kneeled by me in prayer When in joy I praised its fount Christ stood glorious on the mount. To my heart the Spirit gives Witness true that Jesus lives Doubt, with your temptations, flee Christ has proved his life to me.