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“Death is swallowed up in victory.” 1 Cor., xv, 54.
The
Conqueror, not the conquered, He to Whom
The keys of death and of the grave belong,
Crossed the cold threshold of the stranger's tomb
To spoil the spoiler, and to bind the strong.
The keys of death and of the grave belong,
Crossed the cold threshold of the stranger's tomb
To spoil the spoiler, and to bind the strong.
Here Death had reigned; into no tomb like this
Had man's fell foe aforetime found his way;
So grand a trophy ne'er before was his,
So vast a treasure, so Divine a prey.
Had man's fell foe aforetime found his way;
So grand a trophy ne'er before was his,
So vast a treasure, so Divine a prey.
But now his triumph ends; the rock-barred door
Is opened wide, and the great Prisoner gone;
Look round and see, upon the vacant floor
The napkins and the grave-clothes lie alone.
Is opened wide, and the great Prisoner gone;
Look round and see, upon the vacant floor
The napkins and the grave-clothes lie alone.
Yes, He is risen Who is First and Last;
Who was and is; Who liveth and was dead;
Beyond the reach of death He now has passed;
Of the one glorious Church the glorious Head.
Who was and is; Who liveth and was dead;
Beyond the reach of death He now has passed;
Of the one glorious Church the glorious Head.
Horatius Bonar, D. D.
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