Jesus Christ, my sure Defense
And my Savior, ever liveth;
Knowing this, my confidence
Rests upon the hope it giveth
Though the night of death be fraught
Still with many an anxious thought.

Jesus, my Redeemer, lives;
I, too, unto life shall waken.
Endless joy my Savior gives;
Shall my courage, then, be shaken?
Shall I fear, or could the Head
Rise and leave His members dead?

Nay, too closely I am bound
Unto Him by hope forever;
Faith’s strong hand the Rock hath found,
Grasped it, and will leave it never;
Even death now cannot part
From its Lord the trusting heart.

I am flesh and must return
Unto dust, whence I am taken;
But by faith I now discern
That from death I shall awaken
With my Savior to abide
In His glory, at His side.

Glorified, I shall anew
With this flesh then be enshrouded;
In this body I shall view
God, my Lord, with eyes unclouded;
In this flesh I then shall see
Jesus Christ eternally.

Then these eyes my Lord shall know,
My Redeemer and my Brother;
In His love my soul shall glow—
I myself, and not another!
Then the weakness I feel here
Shall forever disappear.

They who sorrow here and moan
There in gladness shall be reigning;
Earthly here the seed is sown,
There immortal life attaining,
Here our sinful bodies die,
Glorified to dwell on high.

Then take comfort and rejoice,
For His members Christ will cherish.
Fear not, they will hear His voice;
Dying, they shall never perish;
For the very grave is stirred
When the trumpet’s blast is heard.

Laugh to scorn the gloomy grave
And at death no longer tremble;
He, the Lord, who came to save
Will at last His own assemble.
They will go their Lord to meet,
Treading death beneath their feet.

Oh, then draw away your hearts
Now from pleasures base and hollow.
There to share what He imparts,
Here His footsteps ye must follow.
Fix your hearts beyond the skies,
Whither ye yourselves would rise.

Upon the sixth day of the week
The first man had his birth,
In God’s own image bright and pure
Created from the earth.

Upon the sixth day of the week
The second Adam died,
And by the second Adam’s death
Man was revivified.

Upon the seventh day of the week
God from His works did rest,
And on that holy Sabbath day
The works of God were blessed.

Upon the seventh day of the week
Christ in the grave did rest,
The grave is now a holy place;
A Sabbath for the blest.

By tasting the forbidden tree
Man fell in Paradise;
Upon the tree Christ tasted death,
And by His death we rise.

Christ in a garden buried lay,
Which spring-flowers did adorn;
And there our Resurrection bloomed
On the bright Easter morn.

The grave itself a garden is,
Where loveliest flowers abound,
For Christ our amaranthine Life
Sprang from the holy ground.

He by the Spirit once was born
Pure from the virgin’s womb,
And by the Spirit once again,
Born from the virgin tomb.

Oh give us grace to die to sin,
That we, O Lord, may have
A holy, happy rest with Thee,
A Sabbath in the grave.

O may we buried be with Thee,
And with Thee, Lord, arise
To an eternal Easter-day
Of glory in the skies!

The great archangel’s trump shall sound,
While twice ten thousand thunders roar
Tear up the graves, and cleave the ground,
And make the greedy sea restore.

The greedy sea shall yield her dead,
The earth no more her slain conceal;
Sinners shall lift their guilty head,
And shrink to see a yawning hell.

But we, who now our Lord confess,
And faithful to the end endure,
Shall stand in Jesus’ righteousness,
Stand, as the Rock of ages, sure.

We, while the stars from heaven shall fall,
And mountains are on mountains hurled,
Shall stand unmoved amidst them all,
And smile to see a burning world.

The earth, and all the works therein,
Dissolve, by raging flames destroyed,
While we survey the awful scene,
And mount above the fiery void.

By faith we now transcend the skies,
And on that ruined world look down;
By love above all height we rise,
And share the everlasting throne.

When the trump of the great archangel
Its mighty tones shall sound,
And, the end of the age proclaiming,
Shall pierce the depths profound;
When the Son of Man shall come in His glory
To take the saints on high,
What a shouting in the skies from the multitudes that rise,
Changed in the twinkling of an eye.

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Changed in the twinkling of an eye,
Changed in the twinkling of an eye,
The trumpet shall sound, the dead shall be raised,
Changed in the twinkling of an eye.

When He comes in the clouds descending,
And they who loved Him here,
From their graves shall awake and praise Him
With joy and not with fear;
When the body and the soul are united,
And clothed no more to die,
What a shouting there will be when each other’s face we see,
Changed in the twinkling of an eye.

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O the seed that was sown in weakness
Shall then be raised in pow’r
And the songs of the blood bought millions
Shall hail that blissful hour;
When we gather safely home in the morning,
And night’s dark shadows fly,
What a shouting on the shore when we meet to part no more,
Changed in the twinkling of an eye.

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Soon will our Savior from Heaven appear,
Sweet is the hope and its power to cheer;
All will be changed by a glimpse of His face;
This is the goal at the end of our race.

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Oh, what a change! Oh, what a change!
When I shall see His wonderful face!
Oh, what a change! Oh, what a change!
When I shall see His face!

Loneliness changed to reunion complete,
Absence exchanged for a place at His feet,
Sleeping ones raised in a moment of time,
Living ones changed to His image sublime.

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Sunrise will chase all the darkness away,
Night will be changed to the brightness of day,
Tempests will change to ineffable calm,
Weeping will change to a jubilant psalm.

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Weakness will change to magnificent strength,
Failure will change to perfection at length,
Sorrow will change to unending delight,
Walking by faith change to walking by sight.

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We are going down the valley one by one,
With our faces tow’rd the setting of the sun;
Down the valley where the mournful cypress grows,
Where the stream of death in silence onward flows.

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We are going down the valley,
Going down the valley,
Going tow’rd the setting of the sun;
We are going down the valley,
Going down the valley,
Going down the valley one by one.

We are going down the valley one by one,
When the labors of the weary day are done;
One by one, the cares of earth forever past,
We shall stand upon the river brink at last.

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We are going down the valley one by one:
Human comrade you or I will there have none;
But a tender hand will guide us lest we fall:
Christ is going down the valley with us all.

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We are going down the valley one by one:
Yet before the shadowed vale may come the dawn,
When with rapture we shall gather in the sky;
“We shall all be changed,” but some shall never die!

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Day of judgment! Day of wonders!
Hark! the trumpet’s awful sound,
Louder than a thousand thunders,
Shakes the vast creation round!
How the summons wilt the sinner’s heart confound!

See the Judge, our nature wearing,
Clothed in majesty divine!
You who long for His appearing
Then shall say, “This God is mine!”
Gracious Savior, own me in that day for Thine!

At His call the dead awaken,
Rise to life from earth and sea;
All the powers of nature shaken
By His look, prepares to flee.
Careless sinner, what will then become of thee?

Horrors, past imagination,
Will surprise your trembling heart,
When you hear your condemnation,
“Hence, accursed wretch, depart!
Thou, with Satan and his angels, have thy part!”

Satan, who now tries to please you,
Lest you timely warning take,
When that word is past, will seize you,
Plunge you in the burning lake:
Think, poor sinner, thy eternal all’s at stake.

But to those who have confessèd,
Loved and served the Lord below,
He will say, “Come near, ye blessèd,
See the kingdom I bestow;
You forever shall My love and glory know.”

Under sorrows and reproaches,
May this thought your courage raise!
Swiftly God’s great day approaches,
Sighs shall then be changed to praise.
We shall triumph when the world is in a blaze.

Brighter are the sunbeams on this day,
O rejoice, heart and voice!
Sweeter buds unfolding by the way,
Telling of the quick’ning life of spring;
Bright sunbeams tell out the story
Of the Easter joy and glory,
And winter’s gone—cold and hoary,
All hail our Victor King.

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Hallelujah to our Victor King!
“Go your way,” angels say;
Over hill and valley, tidings bring;
The Savior lives for us today.

Hear the message from the leafy bough;
Robins sing, bluebells ring;
Every bud and blossom tells us now
Jesus rose triumphant o’er the grave;
Oh, seek the Lord, though in sorrow,
From the garden gladness borrow,
For after night dawns the morrow;
He cometh forth to save.

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O, the happy springtime of the soul;
Shadows go, lilies blow;
Jesus makes the wounded spirit whole;
Love is blooming, singing in the heart;
For hope’s bright morn is awaking,
Night is passing, day is breaking,
And Christ, His own ne’er forsaking,
Bids every fear depart.

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He is ris’n, our Lord is risen,
Christ hath burst death’s bonds in twain,
Left at dawn the rock-sealed prison,
Jesus lives, who once was slain.
Death is swallowed up in vict’ry,
Lo! the Lamb of Calvary—
Lives, with Heav’n and earth rejoicing,
For He sets the captive free.

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He is ris’n, our Lord is ris’n,
Sing a glad triumphant strain!
He is ris’n, our Lord is ris’n,
Christ is ris’n! He lives again!

Now the Morning Star in beauty
Shines upon our onward way,
Making light the path of duty,
That our footsteps ne’er shall stray.
He who vanquished death shall guide us,
Gently lead us by the hand,
Safely whatsoe’er betide us,
Till we reach the better land.

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Christ is ris’n! proclaim the story
Till the waiting nations know,
Jesus lives, the King of glory!
Jesus lives, who loves us so.
That He suffered death to save us,
Shed His blood for one and all,
Sin can never more enslave us,
If upon His Name we call.

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Let us rejoice, the fight is won,
Darkness is conquered, death undone,
Life triumphant! Alleluia!
So age to age each nation grows
More like the heart of Him Who rose.

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Alleluia, alleluia,
Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia!

Joy comes again! all shall be well,
Friends severed now in Heav’n shall dwell
Reunited! Alleluia!
The end of all our ways is love,
Then rise with Him to things above.

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Thou boundless power, Thou God on high,
How could Thy children fear to die?
Joy immortal! Alleluia!
Thy right rewards, Thy love forgives;
We know that our Redeemer lives.

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Lift up your hearts, ye people,
In songs of glad accord,
And in your adoration
Praise Christ, your risen Lord.
For He hath won the victory,
O’er sin and death’s dark night,
And filled the gloom and darkness
With resurrection light.

Now let the earth be joyful
In springtime’s bright array,
Let hearts downcast and lonely
Rejoice this Easter day;
The grave hast lost its triumph,
And death has lost its sting,
O, sing in exultation
To Christ, your risen King!

Victorious! Victorious!
Christ has arisen glorious;
Where the fun’ral knell was tolled
Be the hymn of triumph rolled,
Let the palm’s green branches wave
O’er the slumber of the grave;
From its gloom victorious,
Christ has risen glorious,
Christ has risen glorious.

Victorious! Victorious!
Christ has arisen glorious;
Where the heavy tomb was sealed
Gates of Paradise revealed,
Where the mourners wept around,
Faith looks up, with glory crowned.
O’er the grave, victorious,
Christ has risen glorious,
Christ has risen glorious.

Victorious! Victorious!
Christ has arisen glorious;
On His brow the conqueror’s wreath,
In His hand the keys of death,
He shall buried hopes restore,
He shall live forevermore.
Over death victorious,
Christ has risen glorious,
Christ has risen glorious.

Christ Jesus lay in death’s strong bands,
For our offenses given;
But now at God’s right hand He stands,
And brings us life from Heaven.
Wherefore let us joyful be,
And sing to God right thankfully
Loud songs of Alleluia! Alleluia!

No son of man could conquer Death,
Such mischief sin had wrought us,
For innocence dwelt not on earth,
And therefore Death had brought us
Into thralldom from of old
And ever grew more strong and bold
And kept us in his bondage. Alleluia!

But Jesus Christ, God’s only Son,
To our low state descended,
The cause of Death He has undone,
His power forever ended,
Ruined all his right and claim
And left him nothing but the name,
His sting is lost forever. Alleluia!

It was a strange and dreadful strife
When life and death contended;
The victory remained with life;
The reign of death was ended.
Stripped of power, no more it reigns,
An empty form alone remains
Death’s sting is lost forever! Alleluia!

Here the true Paschal Lamb we see,
Whom God so freely gave us;
He died on the accursed tree—
So strong His love!—to save us.
See, His blood doth mark our door;
Faith points to it, Death passes over,
And Satan cannot harm us. Alleluia!

So let us keep the festival
Where to the Lord invites us;
Christ is Himself the joy of all,
The Sun that warms and lights us.
By His grace He doth impart
Eternal sunshine to the heart;
The night of sin is ended! Alleluia!

Then let us feast this Easter day
On the true Bread of Heaven;
The Word of grace hath purged away
The old and wicked leaven.
Christ alone our souls will feed;
He is our Meat and Drink indeed;
Faith lives upon no other! Alleluia!

O Thou Lamb of Calvary,
Thy triumphant day is come!
Day of glorious victory,
Over the boasting tomb!
All the shame and agony
Of the cruel cross He bore;
Died the Man of Galilee,
But rose the Conqueror!

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O death, where is thy sting?
O grave, thy victory?
The risen Lord, the Savior-King,
Has conquered death for me.

All in vain the wards of death
Guard the stony tenement;
But a whisper, yea, a breath,
Lo! its bars are rent!
Where is now the taunting reed,
And the crown of thorns He wore?
Ye have made a King, indeed,
And crowned a Conqueror!

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O the glorious victory!
Jesus slain awakes again,
Triumphs over Calvary,
And the wiles of men!
Jesus now the risen King
Is alive forevermore!
Earth and Heaven tribute sing—
And hail Him Conqueror!

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Death hath no terrors for the blood bought one,
O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!
The boasted vict’ry of the grave is gone,
O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

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Jesus rose from the dead,
Rose triumphant as He said,
Snatched the vict’ry from the grave,
Rose again our souls to save—
O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

Our souls die daily to the world and sin,
O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!
By the Spirit’s power as He dwells within,
O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

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We seek a city far beyond this vale,
O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!
Where joys celestial never, never fail,
O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

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We’ll then press forward to the heav’nly land,
O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!
Nor mind the troubles met on ev’ry hand,
O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

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We’ll rise some day just as our Savior rose,
O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!
Till then shall death be but a calm repose,
O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

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He dies! the Friend of sinners dies!
Lo! Salem’s daughters weep around;
A solemn darkness veils the skies,
A sudden trembling shakes the ground.

Come, saints, and drop a tear or two
For Him who groaned beneath your load:
He shed a thousand drops for you,
A thousand drops of richer blood.

Here’s love and grief beyond degree:
The Lord of Glory dies for men!
But lo! what sudden joys we see,
Jesus, the dead, revives again!

The rising God forsakes the tomb;
The tomb in vain forbids His rise;
Cherubic legions guard Him home,
And shout Him welcome to the skies.

Break off your fears, ye saints, and tell
How high your great Deliv’rer reigns;
Sing how He spoiled the hosts of hell,
And led the monster death in chains!

Say, “Live forever, wondrous King!
Born to redeem, and strong to save;”
Then ask the monster, “Where’s thy sting?”
And, “Where’s thy vict’ry, boasting grave?”

Hallelujah unto Jesus!
Now He lives to die no more;
Let all nations sing His praises,
Gladly sing them o’er and o’er.

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Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
Hallelujah! to our King!
From the tomb today He’s risen,
Hallelujah we’ll sing.

Hallelujah unto Jesus!
Who for us once bled, and died,
He is now o’er death, the Victor,
Hail Him King the Crucified.

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Hallelujah unto Jesus!
Blessèd firstfruits of the dead;
He our resurrection Surety,
Lives for us our risen King.

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Hallelujah unto Jesus!
Death is robbed now of its sting;
And the tomb for us is lighted,
Hallelujah to our King.

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Hosannah to the Prince of light,
That clothed Himself in clay,
Entered the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away.
Death is no more the king of dread,
Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant’s sting away,
And spoiled our hellish foes.

See how the Conqueror mounts aloft,
And to His Father flies,
With scars of honor in His flesh
And triumph in His eyes.
There our exalted Savior reigns,
And scatters blessings down;
Our Jesus fills the middle seat
Of the celestial throne.

Raise your devotion, mortal tongues,
To reach His blest abode;
Sweet be the accents of your songs
To our incarnate God.
Bright angels, strike your loudest strings,
Your sweetest voices raise;
Let Heav’n and all created things
Sound our Immanuel’s praise.

In the bonds of death He lay,
Who for our offense was slain,
But the Lord is risen today,
Christ hath brought us life again;
Wherefore let us all rejoice,
Singing loud with cheerful voice.

Jesus Christ, God’s only Son,
Came at last our foe to smite,
All our sins away hath done,
Done away death’s power and right;
Only the form of death is left,
Of his sting he is bereft.

’Twas a wondrous war I trow,
Life and death together fought,
But life hath triumphed o’er his foe,
Death is mocked, and set at naught;
Yea, ’tis as the Scripture saith,
Christ through death hath conquered death.

Now our Paschal Lamb is He,
And by Him alone we live,
Who to death upon the tree
For our sake Himself did give.
Faith His blood strikes on our door,
Death dares never harm us more.

On this day, most blest of days,
Let us keep high festival,
For our God hath showed His grace,
And His sun hath risen on all,
And our hearts rejoice to see
Sin and night before Him flee.

To the supper of the Lord
Gladly will we come today;
The word of peace is now restored,
The old leaven is put away;
Christ will be our food alone,
Faith no life but His will own.

Jesus, Thine all victorious love
Shed in my heart abroad;
Then shall my feet no longer rove,
Rooted and fixed in God.

O that in me the sacred fire
Might now begin to glow;
Burn up the dross of base desire
And make the mountains flow!

O that it now from Heav’n might fall
And all my sins consume!
Come, Holy Ghost, for Thee I call,
Spirit of burning, come!

Refining fire, go through my heart,
Illuminate my soul;
Scatter Thy life through every part
And sanctify the whole.

Like the golden sun ascending,
Breaking through the gloom of night,
On the earth His glory spending
So that darkness takes to flight,
Thus my Jesus from the grave
And death’s dismal, dreadful cave
Rose triumphant Easter morning
At the early purple dawning.

Thanks to Thee, O Christ victorious!
Thanks to Thee, O Lord of Life!
Death hath now no power o’er us,
Thou hast conquered in the strife.
Thanks because Thou didst arise
And hast opened Paradise!
None can fully sing the glory
Of the resurrection story.

Though I be by sin o’ertaken,
Though I lie in helplessness,
Though I be by friends forsaken
And must suffer sore distress,
Though I be despised, contemned,
And by all the world condemned,
Though the dark grave yawn before me,
Yet the light of hope shines o’er me.

Thou hast died for my transgression,
All my sins on Thee were laid;
Thou hast won for me salvation,
On the cross my debt was paid.
From the grave I shall arise
And shall meet Thee in the skies.
Death itself is transitory;
I shall lift my head in glory.

Grant me grace, O blessèd Savior,
And Thy Holy Spirit send
That my walk and my behavior
May be pleasing to the end;
That I may not fall again
Into death’s grim pit and pain,
Whence by grace Thou hast retrieved me
And from which Thou hast relieved me.

For the joy Thy advent gave me,
For Thy holy, precious Word;
For Thy baptism, which doth save me,
For Thy blest communion board;
For Thy death, the bitter scorn,
For Thy resurrection morn,
Lord, I thank Thee and extol Thee,
And in heaven I shall behold Thee.

The Lord is risen indeed!
And are the tidings true?
Yes, we beheld the Savior bleed,
And saw Him living, too.

The Lord is risen, indeed!
Then Justice asks no more;
Mercy and Truth are now agreed
Who stood opposed before.

The Lord is risen indeed!
Now is His work performed;
Now is the mighty Captive freed,
And death’s strong castle stormed.

The Lord is risen indeed!
The grave has lost its prey;
With Him is risen the ransomed seed
To reign in endless day.

The Lord is risen indeed!
He lives, to die no more;
He lives, the sinner’s cause to plead,
Whose curse and shame He bore.

The Lord is risen indeed!
Attending angels, hear!
Up to the courts of heaven with speed
The joyful tidings bear.

Then take your golden lyres,
And strike each cheerful chord;
Join, all ye bright celestial choirs,
To sing our risen Lord.

A land by faith I see,
Where saints shall ever be
Free from mortality,
No dying there.

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No dying there,
No dying there,
In that fair, heav’nly land,
No dying there.

There friends shall meet again,
In happiness to reign,
While through that blest domain,
No dying there.

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There sorrow cannot stay;
There tears are wiped away,
One bright, eternal day,
No dying there.

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O Paschal feast, what joy is thine!
We praise, dear Lord, Thy Name divine,
For Thou hast triumphed o’er the tomb;
No more we need to dread its gloom.

The tree where Thou wast offered up
Now bears the fruit of life and hope;
Thy precious blood for us was shed
That we might eat of heav’nly bread.

We thank Thee, Jesus, that Thy hand
Hath freed us from sin’s galling band;
No more its bondage need we fear,
The year of liberty is here.

O Paschal Lamb, God’s holy Son,
Through Whom redemption now is won,
Thou givest saving strength indeed
In all our conflicts, all our need.

As Thou didst rise on Easter Day,
Help us to rise from sin, we pray;
And at the end of earthly strife
Raise us, O Lord, to endless life.

O short was His slumber; He woke from the dust,
The Savior death’s chain could not hold;
And short, since He rose, is the sleep of the just;
They shall wake, and His glory behold.

Dear grave in the garden; hope smiled at its door
Where love’s brightest triumph was told;
Christ lives! and His life will His people restore;
They shall wake, and His glory behold.

Sin has a thousand treacherous arts
To practice on the mind;
With flattering looks she tempts our hearts,
But leaves a sting behind.

With names of virtue she deceives
The agèd and the young;
And while the heedless wretch believes,
She makes his fetters strong.

She pleads for all the joys she brings,
And gives a fair pretense;
But cheats the soul of heav’nly things,
And chains it down to sense.

So on a tree divinely fair
Grew the forbidden food;
Our mother took the poison there
And tainted all her blood.

Behold! a royal army,
With banner, sword and shield,
Are marching forth to conquer,
On life’s great battlefield;
Its ranks are filled with soldiers,
United, bold and strong,
Who followed their Commander,
And sing their joyful song.

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Victory, victory,
Thro’ Him that redeemed us!
Victory, victory,
Thro’ Jesus Christ our Lord!
Victory, victory, victory,
Thro’ Jesus Christ our Lord!

And now the foe, advancing,
That valiant host assails,
And yet they never falter,
Their courage never fails;
Their Leader calls, “Be faithful!”
They pass the word along,
They see His signal flashing,
And shout the joyful song.

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Oh, when the war is ended,
When strife and conflict cease,
When all are safely gathered
Within the vale of peace,
Before the King eternal,
That vast and mighty throng
Shall praise His Name forever,
And this shall be their song.

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Jesus is calling! Forth to the fray,
In line be falling, serve Him today;
Follow Him ever, call no retreat,
His soldiers never suffer defeat.

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On to vict’ry, follow your mighty Commander,
On to vict’ry, follow where Jesus may go;
On to vict’ry, close to your Shield and Defender;
On to vict’ry, conquering every foe.

He needs you, brother, do thou His will;
Your place no other ever can fill;
Gird on the armor, take up the sword;
Join your Commander, follow your Lord.

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Morning is coming, night will be past;
Soon will the dawning, break in at last;
Then with the morning, glorious and bright,
Rich crowns adorning, victors of light.

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With shield and banner waving bright,
The armies of the Lord
Are marching on, at His command,
To conquer thro’ His Word.

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To victory, to victory,
O hear them shout and sing;
To victory, to victory,
For Christ, the Lord, our King.

Tho’ sin’s dark host against them rise,
In dread and stern array,
They trust in Him whose mighty arm
To vict’ry leads the way.

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Thro’ dangers wild and perils deep
Their path to glory lies;
But faith beholds their promised crown
Of triumph in the skies.

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They who know the Savior shall in Him be strong,
Mighty in the conflict of the right ’gainst wrong.
This the blessèd promise given in God’s Word,
Doing wondrous exploits, they who know the Lord.

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Victory! victory! blessèd, blood-bought victory!
Victory! victory! vict’ry all the time!
As Jehovah liveth, strength divine He giveth
Unto those who know Him—vict’ry all the time!

In the midst of battle be thou not dismayed,
Tho’ the pow’rs of darkness ’gainst thee are arrayed.
God, thy Strength, is with thee, causing thee to stand,
Heaven’s allied armies wait at thy command.

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Brave to bear life’s testing, strong the foe to meet,
Walking like a hero midst the furnace heat,
Doing wondrous exploits with the Spirit’s Sword,
Winning souls for Jesus, praise, O praise the Lord!

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Marching on to battle ’gainst the hosts of wrong,
Following our Captain with a happy song,
Heeding not the many who are loit’ring by,
For victory is nigh, yes, victory is nigh.

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Victory is nigh! yes, victory is nigh!
Shout with voice triumphant to the vaulted sky;
Victory is nigh! yes, victory is nigh!
We will win the battle for the King on high.

Shouting loud hosannas as we onward go,
With determination sin to overthrow;
Satan’s hosts are trembling, foes before us fly,
For victory is nigh, yes, victory is nigh.

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“Volunteers are wanted,” hear the Master say,
Will you be enlisted in the mighty fray?
Ev’ry Christian answer, saying, “Here am I,”
Then victory is nigh, yes, victory is nigh.

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Faithful to your duty, halt not by the way,
Keep the banner floating for the King alway,
Great reward He’ll give His soldiers by and by,
For victory is nigh, yes, victory is nigh.

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We march, we march to victory,
With the cross of the Lord before us,
With His loving eye looking down from the sky,
And His holy arm spread o’er us,
His holy arm spread o’er us.

We come in the might of the Lord of light,
With armor bright to meet Him;
And we put to flight the armies of night,
That the sons of the day may greet Him,
The sons of day may greet Him.

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Our sword is the Spirit of God on high,
Our helmet is His salvation,
Our banner the cross of Calvary.
Our watchword, the Incarnation,
Our watchword, the Incarnation.

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And the choir of angels with song awaits
Our march to the golden Zion,
For our Captain has broken the brazen gates,
And burst the bars of iron,
And burst the bars of iron.

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Then onward we march, our arms to prove,
With the banner of Christ before us,
With His eye of love looking down from above,
And His holy arm spread o’er us,
His holy arm spread o’er us.

Welcome, Thou Victor in the strife,
Welcome from out the grave;
Today we triumph in Thy life
Around Thy empty grave;
Today we triumph in Thy life
Around Thy empty grave.

Our enemy is put to shame,
His short lived triumph o’er;
Our God is with us, we exclaim,
We fear our foe no more;
Our God is with us, we exclaim,
We fear our foe no more.

The dwellings of the just resound
With songs of victory;
For in their midst, Thou, Lord, art found,
And brightest peace with Thee;
For in their midst, Thou, Lord, art found,
And brightest peace with Thee.

O let Thy conquering banner wave
O’er hearts Thou makest free;
And point the path that from the grave
Leads heav’nward up to Thee;
And point the path that from the grave
Leads heav’nward up to Thee.

We bury all our sin and shame
Deep in our Savior’s tomb,
And seek the treasure there, that time
Nor change can e’er consume;
And seek the treasure there, that time
Nor change can e’er consume.

We die with Thee: O let us live
Henceforth to Thee aright;
The blessings Thou hast died to give
Be daily in our sight;
The blessings Thou hast died to give
Be daily in our sight.

Fearless we lay us in the tomb,
And sleep the night away,
If Thou art there to break the gloom,
And call us back to day;
If Thou art there to break the gloom,
And call us back to day.