Prophet of the Lord, beside us,
Now upon the watch-tower stand;
Let us see the light-clad angel
Earthward come at God’s command,
Telling of His power to save,
Who hath risen from the grave.

He was born of Virgin Mother,
Lamb of God on whom we feed;
Free from every spot, and blameless,
Yea, a Passover indeed:
Very God His wondrous claim,
And Perfection is His name.

As a yearling lamb He suffered,
He, our Blessed, saving Crown;
That He might from vileness cleanse us,
Freely was His life laid down;
Now, with beauty in our eyes,
See the glorious Sun arise.

As the ark was borne in triumph,
David leaped with gladness then;
Now before the Type’s fulfilment
We should joy as holier men;
For, omnipotent to save,
Christ hath left the dismal grave.