SHOUT VICTORY
How sad, their hearts, and hopeless
As they leave Him in the tomb;
With leaden steps and broken hearts,
They climb up to the room.
'Twas here, that just last evening,
They sat with Him at meat;
'Twas here He gave the cup and bread;
Here, He washed their feet!
How long, now, seem the hours,
Now that hope is dead;
Talk about His wondrous works;
Recall the things He said.
Then, in the light of early morning,
When the week has just begun;
Hear the victory cry, "He's risen!
"See the disciples run!
"Come see the place", the angels said,
"Where the Saviour lay;
Lift up your hearts and sing,
ye saints,For the battle won today!
The Son of God has conquered all;
Now saints and angels sing,
'Oh grave, where is thy victory?
Oh death, where is thy sting?'

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