Saturday, 9 March 2013
Death could not long within its clasp confine
The glorious Man who is the Prince of Life;
The Righteous One by His inherent right
Stopped and rolled back the ever-conquering tide;
The Father's glory in its exultant might
Raised Him who is the Father's chief delight.
Death is no foe in this triumphant time
And he who wielded it is undermined,
His kingdom broken and broken too his pride.
The Lord is risen - who lately man reviled;
The Lord is risen - the Victor in the strife;
The Lord is risen - His conquest has sufficed.