One day when heaven was filled with His praises,
When our condition was black as could be,
Jesus Emmanuel was born of a virgin,
Dwelling with men, my example is He!
Living, He loved me; dying, He saved me;
Buried, He carried my sins far away;
Rising, He justified freely forever:
One day He's coming—oh glorious day!
One day they led Him up Calvary's mountain,
One day they nailed Him to die on the tree;
Suffering anguish, despised and rejected;
Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He!
One day they left Him alone in the garden,
One day He rested, from suffering free;
Angels came down o'er His tomb to keep vigil;
Hope of the hopeless, my Saviour is He!
One day the grave could conceal Him no longer,
One day the stone rolled away from the door;
He had arisen, over death He had conquered;
Now is ascended, my Lord evermore!
One day the trumpet will sound for His coming,
One day the skies with His glory will shine;
Wonderful day, my belovèd ones bringing;
Glorious Saviour, this Jesus is mine!