He is Risen

The lamb born to be slain, alive once more,
Springing over barbed wire of grave,
The pale corpse frozen in agony raw,
Thawed by the spirit’s quickening wave.
Into death’s rotting shadows he dived,
To bowels indigesting the dead,
He broke their bondage and their joy revived,
Old Adam’s tears were no more to be shed.
When I am tempted to renounce all trust,
In love’s final victory, I recall,
That for my sake, into the tomb he thrust,
Himself, and by his death bought death’s own fall.
The sun has risen, forever to shine,
Night-time has ended, let this day be mine.

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