Text: | AN EASTER HYMN |
Author: | Helgi Hálfdánarson |
Translator: | Charles Venn Pilcher |
Death is dead, the true Life liveth!
O'er the portals of the grave
Life's great Sun bright-shining giveth
Light our darkened souls to save:
Christ arisen bursts our prison;
See His triumph-banners wave.
Life's own King on Calvary dying
Wins a crown of life for me;
E'en the grave to Him complying
Flowers in life abundant free;
Death's chill sadness changed to gladness—
This the Easter victory!
He who rose from death all-glorious
Soon will gather to His side
Those who sleep in Him, victorious
By the blood His wounds supplied;
Flesh and spirit, through His merit,
Reunited, glorified.
Jesu, death's Destroyer, make me
Day by day to die with Thee;
Thus, with Thee arising, take me
Thine through all the days to be—
Thine for ever, faithless never—
This my prayer unceasingly.
Text Information | |
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First Line: | Death is dead, the true Life liveth! |
Title: | AN EASTER HYMN |
Translator: | Charles Venn Pilcher |
Author: | Helgi Hálfdánarson |
Meter: | 7.6.7.6 D |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1913 |