SHOUT VICTORY!

How sad their hearts and hopeless,
As they leave Him in the tomb:
With leaden steps and broken hearts,
They climb up to the room.

'twas here, that just last evening,
They sat with Him at meat;
"twas here He gave the cup and bread;
Here, He washed their feet!

How long now, seem the hours,
Now that hope is dead:
Talk about His wondrous works;
Recall the things He said.

Then, in the light of early morning,
When the week has just begun,
Hear the victory cry, "He's risen!"
See the disciples run!

"Come, see the place," the angels said,
"Where the Saviour lay"
Lift up your hearts and sing, ye saints,
For the battle won today!

The Son of God has conquered all,
Now, saints and angels sing,
"O grave, where is thy victory?
Oh, death, where is thy sting!?

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