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!
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 Savior is he!
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!
One day the trumpet will sound for his coming, one day the skies with his glories will shine; wonderful day, my beloved One bringing; glorious Savior, this Jesus is mine!