25.3.05

Good Friday

His be the Victor's name,
Who fought the fight alone;
Triumphant saints no honour claim,
His conquest was their own.


Through weakness and defeat
He won the meed and crown;
Trod all our foes beneath His feet,
In being trodden down.

He Satan's power laid low;
Made sin, sin's reign o'erthew;
Bowed to the grave, destroyed it so,
And death by dying slew.

Bless, bless the Conqueror slain,
Slain in His victory;
Who lived, who died who lives again
In glorious majesty.


S.W.Gandy. (d.1851)

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