1 I sing my Saviour’s wondrous death;
He conquer'd when he fell;
“’Tis finished!” said his dying breath,
And shook the gates of hell.
2 “’Tis finished!' our Immanuel cries;
The dreadful work is done;
Hence shall his sovereign throne arise,
His kingdom is begun.
3 His cross a sure foundation laid
For glory and renown,
When thro' the regions of the dead
He pass'd to reach the crown.
4 Exalted at his father’s side
Sits our victorious Lord;
To heav'n and hell his hands divide
The veng'ance or reward.
5 The saints from his propitious eye
Await their sev'ral crowns,
And all the sons of darkness fly
The terror of his frowns.
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First Line: | I sing my Saviour's wondrous death |
Title: | Christ's death, victory, and dominion |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1793 |
Notes: | Public Domain. |