THE RISEN CHRIST MEANS VICTORY
Goforth and hail the ConquerorWith flowers and sacred psalms!The triumph we observe is moreThan that of martial palms;For lo! there cometh from the tombThe Lord of life and life-to-be,Around whose feet the lilies bloom;The risen Christ means victory.Go forth and on His living browEntwine a laurel-wreath;For never was so great as nowThe glory of His death!The Cross and Sepulchre had beenThe world’s most damning tragedyBut for the conquered curse of sin;The risen Christ means victory.Go forth with precious ointment ofAffection to thy dead,With Easter’s glad, believing loveThat He Who for us bled,Who slept and rose again, is strongTo roll corruption’s stone away.And loose the Resurrection Song;The risen Christ means victory!
Goforth and hail the ConquerorWith flowers and sacred psalms!The triumph we observe is moreThan that of martial palms;For lo! there cometh from the tombThe Lord of life and life-to-be,Around whose feet the lilies bloom;The risen Christ means victory.Go forth and on His living browEntwine a laurel-wreath;For never was so great as nowThe glory of His death!The Cross and Sepulchre had beenThe world’s most damning tragedyBut for the conquered curse of sin;The risen Christ means victory.Go forth with precious ointment ofAffection to thy dead,With Easter’s glad, believing loveThat He Who for us bled,Who slept and rose again, is strongTo roll corruption’s stone away.And loose the Resurrection Song;The risen Christ means victory!
Goforth and hail the ConquerorWith flowers and sacred psalms!The triumph we observe is moreThan that of martial palms;For lo! there cometh from the tombThe Lord of life and life-to-be,Around whose feet the lilies bloom;The risen Christ means victory.
Goforth and hail the Conqueror
With flowers and sacred psalms!
The triumph we observe is more
Than that of martial palms;
For lo! there cometh from the tomb
The Lord of life and life-to-be,
Around whose feet the lilies bloom;
The risen Christ means victory.
Go forth and on His living browEntwine a laurel-wreath;For never was so great as nowThe glory of His death!The Cross and Sepulchre had beenThe world’s most damning tragedyBut for the conquered curse of sin;The risen Christ means victory.
Go forth and on His living brow
Entwine a laurel-wreath;
For never was so great as now
The glory of His death!
The Cross and Sepulchre had been
The world’s most damning tragedy
But for the conquered curse of sin;
The risen Christ means victory.
Go forth with precious ointment ofAffection to thy dead,With Easter’s glad, believing loveThat He Who for us bled,Who slept and rose again, is strongTo roll corruption’s stone away.And loose the Resurrection Song;The risen Christ means victory!
Go forth with precious ointment of
Affection to thy dead,
With Easter’s glad, believing love
That He Who for us bled,
Who slept and rose again, is strong
To roll corruption’s stone away.
And loose the Resurrection Song;
The risen Christ means victory!