He is risen!
Groan, ye hills, weep forth your story,All your tearful homage bring:
They have slain the Lord of glory –
They have crucified your king;
Tremble, earth! Ye stones, be riven!
Lo! the sun itself grew dim
When that darkness strove with him –
See the place where they have striven.
See the grave where they have placed him
Lifeless in the black of night:
It is opened! God hath raised him
Unto everlasting light.
Sing, ye hills, your wondrous story!
Darkness’ powers strove in vain –
Lo! the veil is rent in twain,
For he lives the Lord of glory!
by Nathan Pitchford
posted by Nicole @ 8:32 PM
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