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 conqu'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.