Today is the day
out all the other 364 days of the year
for which I am
by Carl Heinrich Bloch
He lives, my kind, wise heav'nly 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.
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.
(*Song: I Know That my Redeemer Lives)