Hymn 152 — Thou, Lord, to death's domain
| 152 | L. G. MILNER | 6.4.6.4.6.6.6.4. |
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Thou, Lord, to death's domain Didst go alone. Death had on Thee no claim, Thou sinless One! He who had death's dread power Met Thee in that dark hour: Vanquished by Thee his power, By Thee alone. | |
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But Thou hast burst the grave, Risen art Thou; Death could not Thee enslave, Death had to bow! Victorious hast Thou come Out of the darksome tomb, Broken the bands of gloom: Beyond death now. | |
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What mighty triumphs, Lord, Thou didst achieve! What fruitfulness doth God From Thee receive! Out of Thy death has sprung A wondrous living throng: All, all to Thee belong, And in Thee live. | |
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Firstborn of all Thou art, Lowly we bow; Chief in Thy Father's heart -- Chief to us now. Thou art indeed supreme, Our great eternal theme, Worthy of all esteem: Worthy art Thou! | |