Sunday, September 24, 2017

Where's, O Grave, thy conquering glory?

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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