Achor's Vale, a Door of Hope

Verse 1

From tribulation's gloomy vale, where Jesus bow'd, where Jesus bled, The suff'ring, conq'ring Lamb of God, Shall lift on high, his glorious head.

Verse 2

For rebel man, the Saviour died: For man, he burst the rocky tomb; And opes, by death, a door of hope, That enters on the world to come.

Verse 3

The bow, the sword, the sting of death, Christ Jesus' death has took away; And Achor's vale, this vale of tears, Now beams with everlasting day.