1. Pleased we read in sacred story,
How our
Lord resumed his breath;
Where's, O
Grave, thy conquering glory?
Where's
thy sting, thou phantom Death?
Soon thy
jaws, restrained from chewing,
Must
disgorge their ransomed prey;
Man first
gave thee power to ruin;
Man, too,
takes that power away.
2. I am Alpha, says the Saviour,
I Omega
likewise am!
I was dead
and live for ever,
God
Almighty and the Lamb.
In the
Lord is our perfection,
And in him
our boast we'll make;
We shall
share his resurrection,
If we of
his death partake.
3. Ye that die without repentance,
Ye must
rise when Christ appears;
Rise to
hear your dreadful sentence,
While the
saints rejoice in theirs:
You to
dwell with fiends infernal,
They with
Jesus Christ to reign;
They go
into life eternal,
You to
everlasting pain.
BY Joseph Hart
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