Now while the earth in darkness toiled
And Jesus’ friends in grief recoiled
When all seemed lost and Life had died
The Prince of Life the grave defied
For heaven’s Darling tore through hell
And rent its gates. Oh, who can tell?
The Son in glory flashed his sword
The saving Lamb, now Lion roared
The hosts of hell were put to flight
The demons trembled at the sight
They had not reckoned that their prey
Would leave their house in disarray
That day he broke the fangs of death
And slew foul tomb with his sweet breath
And for his praise, the Father raised The Son who won, his battle done Upon the third before the dawn He rose to life, from death firstborn An angel came to roll the stone The women came but he was gone
John and Peter checked it out The grave was empty, not a doubt
As Mary stood and wept a while
He called her name in his own style
She cried with joy, fell at his feet
The first the Risen One to greet
This message now to Peter take
Let’s meet up north beside the lake
That evening on the desert road His hands to two disciples showed And to the lads who met in fear He bade them look and touch, draw near
Now Thomas wasn’t there that night
Would not believe without clear sight
Unless his scars I see and feel
It can’t be true, it can’t be real
A week went by, he came again
Showed Thomas all his marks of pain
“My Lord, my God!” the sceptic cried Released his doubt, put down his pride
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