1 Pleas'd we read in sacred story,
How our Lord resum'd his breath;
Where, O grave's, thy conqu'ring glory
Where's thy sting, thou fantom death?
Soon thy jaws, restrain'd from chewing,
Must disgorge their ransom'd pery:
Man first gave thee pow'r to riun,
Man too takes that pow'r away.
2 I am Alpha, says the Saviour;
I Omega likewise am;
I was dead and live forever,
God Almighty and th' 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:
The go into life eternal,
You to everlasting pain.
5 Bold rebellion, base backsliding,
Stop your course, reflect with dread;
In destruction there's no hiding;
Death and hell give up their dead,
Ev'ry sea, and lake, and river
Shall restore their dead to view:
Shout for gladness, O believer
Christ is ris'n, and so shall you.
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First Line: | Pleas'd we read in sacred story |
Title: | The Resurrection of Christ |
Meter: | 8 & 7 |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1790 |
Source: | The Coll. |