Death Hath No Terrors

Verse 1

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!

Chorus

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

Verse 2

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!

Verse 3

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!

Verse 4

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!

Verse 5

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