1 The Son of David bowed to die,
For man's transgression stricken;
The Father's arm of power was nigh,
The Son of God to quicken.
Praise Him that He died for men;
Praise Him that He rose again.
2 Death seemed all-conquering when he bound
The Lord of life in prison;
The night of death was nowhere found
When Christ again was risen;
Wherefore praise Him night and day,
Him who took death's sting away.
3 His saints with Him must bow to death,
With Him are raised in spirit,
With Him they dwell above by faith,
Accepted through His merit;
Heaven and earth resound the strain,
Death by Jesus Christ is slain.
|Instances (1 - 1 of 1)||Title||First Line||Tune||Tune Key||Author||Meter||Scripture||Date||Subject||Source|
|The Cyber Hymnal #6223||The Son of David Bowed to Die||The Son of David bowed to die||VICTOR FUNERIS||Joseph Anstice||87.87.77|