The Son of God was slain

Darkness black shrouded the day

All hope seemed gone

The night had won

In our sorrow we did not remember

How He promised through defeat to conquer

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Defeated lay our King

No hope nor light could we see

We could not believe

What we can’t see

Then, blinded by our tears and our despair

We saw only death, emptiness, the grave

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Though before our eyes

He stood, risen and alive

Victorious over every sting of death

Infusing us with new life by His breath

And now in faith we cling –

We who have never seen – to our resurrected King!

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To this world we now proclaim Him, risen and alive

While we wait to behold Him with our eyes

This is our commission, that while in hope we wait

We tell every soul of the Way

We have through His blood –

The once-crucified now alive Son of God!

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‘Til before our eyes

He stands, risen and alive

In triumph over all of this battle-strife

Raising us to new heights by His life

In faith we still will cling –

We who have yet to see – to our coming glorious King!

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While to this world we proclaim Him, risen and alive

While we yearn to behold Him with our eyes

For this is our commission: while in hope we wait

To tell every soul of the Way

He made through His blood –

The once-crucified yet-to-come Son of God!

 

 

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