1 JESUS, the rising Lord of all, His love to man commends, Poor worms He blushes not to call His brethren and His friends. 2 Who basely all forsook their Lord In His distress, and fled, To these He sends the joyful word, When risen from the dead. 3 Go tell the vile deserters!—No: My dearest brethren tell, Their Advocate to heaven I go, To rescue them from hell. 4 Lo! to My Father I ascend! Your Father now is He, My God, and yours, whoe’er depend For endless life on Me. 5 Henceforth I ever