II.CXIII | The Psalms of David#II.CXIV | II.CXV |
1 sing my Saviour's wond'rous Death,
He conquer'd when he fell:
'Tis finished, said his dying Breath,
And shook the Gates of Hell.
2 'Tis finished," our Emanuel cries,
The dreadful Work is done;
Hence shall his sov'reign Throne arise,
His Kingdom is begun.
3 His Cross a sure Foundation laid
For Glory and Renown,
When through 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 Vengeance or Reward.
5 The Saints, from his propitious Eye,
Await their several Crowns
And all the Sons of Darkness fly
The Terrors of his Frowns.
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First Line: | I sing my Saviour's wond'rous Death |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1769 |
Topic: | Christ: His Death, Victory and Kingdom |