The Son of David bowed to die, For man's transgression stricken; The Father's arm of power was nigh, The Son of God to quicken. Praise Him that He died for men: Praise Him that He rose again. Death seemed all conquering when he bound The Lord of life in prison; The sight of death was nowhere found When Christ again was risen; Wherefore praise Him night and day, Him Who took death's sting away. His saints with Him must bow to death, With Him are raised in spirit, With Him they dwell above by faith, Accepted through His merit: Heaven and earth resound the strain, Death by Jesus Christ is slain.
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