1 All is hush, the battle's o'er!
Darkness reigns in purple gore;
Each intelligence intent
Trembling waits the great event.
All are in suspense—
Here I'll stay, nor wander hence,
'Till the day spring from on high
Speaks, who gain'd the victory.
2 See the gleam of light appears!
Combats now my hope and fears;
Now the heav'nly glory's come;
O! who starts from yonder tomb,
Cover'd all with blood,
Pale and wounded? 'Tis my God!
'Tis the man who conq'ring fell,
Dying, vanquish'd death and hell!
3 Heav'nly laurels crown his head!
Sin, and hell, and death are dead;
The old serpent's head is broke;
Heav'n by violence is took
Hail! thou conq'ring heart;
Thou my new creation art:
Hail! my flesh, and bone, and blood;
Hail! myself, redeem'd to God.
4 In in him, and he in me,
Perfect one in mystery;
With him, here, and as he is,
Fully enter'd into bliss:
There shall I abide
In my nature purify'd:
Here I enter perfect rest:
The Father's praise, his king and priest.
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First Line: | All is hush, the battle's o'er! |
Title: | Death hath no more Dominion over Jesus |
Author: | James Relly |
Meter: | P. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1792 |
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Notes: | Public Domain. |