J. W. Chapman

11.10.11.10.Ref.

ONE day when heaven was filled with His praises,

One day when sin was as black as could be,

Jesus came forth to be born of a virgin;

Dwelt among 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!

2

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.

3

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.

4

One day the grave could conceal Him no longer,

One day the stone rolled away from the door;

Then He arose, over death He had conquered;

Now is ascended, my Lord evermore.

5

One day the trumpet will sound for His coming,

One day the skies with His glory will shine;

Wonderful day, my beloved ones bringing;

Glorious Saviour, this Jesus is mine!