Like the sun in golden splendour
Like the sun in
golden splendour
Breaks through
clouds as black as night,
Forcing dark
and gloom’s surrender
With its radiant
shafts of light,
So did Jesus
from his grave
And death’s sea’s
abysmal cave
Rise in glory,
death now scorning
At first blush
of Easter morning.
Thanks to thee,
from death arisen
And that thou
its hold couldst quell
Since it thee
could not imprison,
In its tent pitch-black
as hell.
Thanks to thee,
victorious lord,
Heaven’s hero,
much adored.
Proper joy one
can but stutter,
For no tongue
full praise can utter.
Deep within my
heart is something,
Solace which
the soul can find,
Which can soothe
the pain forthcoming
When thy grave just
fills my mind,
And reflect on
where thou layst
In death’s endless
empty space,
And rose up in
power and splendour,
What can
greater joy engender?
Should I lie in
sin’s foul fetters,
Should I lie by
sickness spent,
Should I lie midst
worldly debtors
Should I lie by
sorrows pent,
Should I lie despised,
distressed,
By the world so
sore oppressed,
In the grave
I’ll make my dwelling,
There’s still
hope beyond all telling.
For man’s sin
thou paidst most dearly,
Death for me
thou hast endured;
I, once
wretched, poor and weary,
Also sick, by
thee am cured.
I through thee
from death’s dark vale
Shall be raised
up, whole and hale,
Hold my head
erect, unfearing,
All distress see
disappearing.
Sin and death
and every arrow
Which foul
Satan can let fly
Since death’s
dark land thee would harrow
Broken and
defeated lie!
Thou didst bury
them, and give
Me a staff to surely
live
So when thou
shalt come in glory
I’ll wave victor’s
palms fronds for thee.
As God’s Son I
now do own thee,
Thy omnipotence
perceive,
Your defeat of
death has shown me
What I know and
I believe,
Blessedness and
hope for me,
My baptism’s certainty,
In thy death
are like an image
And thy resurrection’s message.
And thy resurrection’s message.
Thou one day to
life willst raise me
By thy
resurrective power
Let the earth
conceal, erase me,
Worms my very
juice devour,
Fire and water me
consume!
I lie trusting
in my tomb
That to life I shall
be taken,
In death’s
realm not lie forsaken.
Jesus, thy
sweet mercy show me,
By thy holy
spirit bred,
So my life’s
course I can show thee,
When it by thy
hand is led,
So I shall not fall
again
Into death’s abyss
of pain,
Out of which
you once retrieved me,
Where you death
suppressed completely.
For the joy thy
birth’s professing
For your
Godhead’s healing word,
For baptism’s
holy blessing,
For communion’s
joy conferred,
For the
quelling of death’s dread,
For thy rising
from the dead,
Lord, I thank thee
unconfinedly
That in heaven I
shall find thee.
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