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245 HTCMNS. [PART
Fly fearless tHro’ death’s iron gate,
Nor feel the terrors as she past.
4 Jesus can make a dying bed
Feel soft as downy pillows are,
While on his breast I lean my head.
And breathe my life out sweetly there.
245.
Death swallowed up in Victory.
1 t^e I18* trumpet’s awful voice
This rending earth shall shake.
When op’ning graves shall yield their charge.
And dust to life awake :
2 These bodies that corrupted fell
Shall uncorrupted rise.
And mortal forms shall spring to life
Immortal in the skies.
3 Behold what holy prophets sung
Is now at length fulfill’d :
That Death should yield his ancient reign,
And vanquish’d quit the field.
4 Let faith lift up her joyfid voice.
And thus begin to sing,
“ O Grave, where is thy triumph now ?
“ And where, O Death, thy sting?”
5 Thy sting was sin and conscious guilt,
’Twas this that arm’d thy dart.
The law gave sin its strength and force
To pierce the sinner’s heart.
6 But God, whose name be ever Mess’d,
Disarms the foe we dread,
And makes us conqu’rors when we die.
Through Christ our living head.
7 Then stedfast let us still remain.
Though dangers rise around.