The Hymnal ‎#230

230. All is o'er: the pain, the sorrow

1 All is o'er, the pain, the sorrow,
Human taunts and fiendish spite;
Death shall be despoiled tomorrow
Of the prey he grasps tonight;
Yet awhile, His own to save,
Christ must linger in the grave.

2 Dark and still the cell that holds Him,
While in brief repose he lies;
Deep the slumber that enfolds Him,
Veiled awhile from mortal eyes;
Slumber such as needs must be
After hard-won victory.

3 Fierce and deadly was the anguish
Which on yonder cross He bore;
How did soul and body languish
Till the toil of death was o'er:
But that toil, so fierce and dread,
Bruised and crushed the serpent's head.

4 All night long, with plaintive voicing,
Chant His requiem, soft and low:
Loftier strains of loud rejoicing
From to-morrow's harps will flow:
"Death and hell at length are slain!
Christ hath triumphed! Christ doth reign!

Amen.

Text Information

• First Line: All is o'er: the pain, the sorrow
• Author: Rev. John Moultrie (1836)
• Alterer (v. 1, lines 5, 6): Rev. John Ellerton
• Publication Date: 1895

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