TRIUMPH

Oh families of Seth

Forsake weak, mortal man;

Forsake the shades of night;

Come to the greatest light

Since sin's career began -

The Lord is out of death!

He suffered to atone

And bore the weight of sin;

He entered into death

And yielded up His breath.

He rose; He entered in -

The Lord is on the throne!

Though patriarchs remain

Within the graves of Heth

Christ watches every place

Which He will breach through grace:

The One who conquered death -

The Lord - will come again.