CHAPTER XIX. The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||
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[Here lies of life the' immortal Prince]
There laid they Jesus.
—xix. 42.
Here lies of life the' immortal Prince
Under arrest for all our sins!
Our Surety hath procured our peace,
Discharged we are by His release;
The sun is vanish'd from our sight:
But Conqueror of the shades of night
He rises brighter than before,
He rises soon to set no more.
Under arrest for all our sins!
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Discharged we are by His release;
The sun is vanish'd from our sight:
But Conqueror of the shades of night
He rises brighter than before,
He rises soon to set no more.
Prisoner of death, and silent here
He lies, till the third morn appear;
And then returns to life again,
And death is by his Captive slain;
The grave is now for us o'ercome,
Our bodies ransom'd from the tomb
After our Head triumphant rise,
And wear His glories in the skies.
He lies, till the third morn appear;
And then returns to life again,
And death is by his Captive slain;
The grave is now for us o'ercome,
Our bodies ransom'd from the tomb
After our Head triumphant rise,
And wear His glories in the skies.
CHAPTER XIX. The poetical works of John and Charles Wesley | ||