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.
Really enjoy your poems.
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