346. Death Is Dead, the True Life Liveth

1 Death is dead, the true Life liveth!
O'er the portals of the grave
Life's great Sun bright-shining giveth
Light our darkened souls to save:
Christ arisen bursts our prison;
See His triumph-banners wave.

2 Life's own King on Calv'ry dying,
Wins a crown of life for me;
E'en the grave to Him complying
Flow'rs in life abundant free;
Death's chill sadness changed to gladness—-
This the Easter victory!

3 He who rose from death all-glorious
Soon will gather to His side
Those who sleep in Him, victorious
By the blood His wounds supplied;
Flesh and spirit, through His merit,
Reunited, glorified.

4 Jesus, death's Destroyer, make me
Day by day to die with Thee;
Thus, with Thee arising, take me
Thine through all the days to be—-
Thine for ever, faithless never—-
This my prayer unceasingly.

Text Information
First Line: Death is dead, the true Life liveth
Title: Death Is Dead, the True Life Liveth
Icelandic Title: Dauŏinn dó, en lifiŏ lifir
Author: H. Hálfdánarson, 1826-94
Translator: C. V. Pilcher, 1879-1960 (alt.)
Meter: 87 887 87
Language: English
Publication Date: 1996
Topic: Resurrection
Notes: Hymn text, suggested tune REGENT SQUARE
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