Text: | Christ's Victory, Death, and Dominion |
Author: | Watts |
1 I sing my Saviour’s wondrous death;
He conquered 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 through the regions of the dead
He passed to reach the crown.
4 Exalted at his Father’s side,
Sits our victorious Lord;
To heaven 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 terror of his frowns.
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First Line: | I sing my Saviour's wondrous death |
Title: | Christ's Victory, Death, and Dominion |
Author: | Watts |
Meter: | C. M. |
Language: | English |
Publication Date: | 1844 |
Topic: | Sufferings, Death, and Cross of Christ |