Death Hath No Dominion Over Jesus

Verse 1

All is hush, the battle's o'er! Darkness reigns in purple gore; Each intelligence intent Trembling waits the great event. All are in suspense— Here I'll stay, nor wander hence, 'Till the day spring from on high Speaks, who gain'd the victory.

Verse 2

See the gleam of light appears! Combats now my hope and fears; Now the heav'nly glory's come; O! who starts from yonder tomb, Cover'd all with blood, Pale and wounded? 'Tis my God! 'Tis the man who conq'ring fell, Dying, vanquish'd death and hell!

Verse 3

Heav'nly laurels crown his head! Sin, and hell, and death are dead; The old serpent's head is broke; Heav'n by violence is took Hail! thou conq'ring heart; Thou my new creation art: Hail! my flesh, and bone, and blood; Hail! myself, redeem'd to God.

Verse 4

In in him, and he in me, Perfect one in mystery; With him, here, and as he is, Fully enter'd into bliss: There shall I abide In my nature purify'd: Here I enter perfect rest: The Father's praise, his king and priest.