Text: | Death Is Dead, the True Life Liveth |
Author: | H. Hálfdánarson, 1826-94 |
Translator: | C. V. Pilcher, 1879-1960 |
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.
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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 |