A hymn based on the Third Psalm
O Lord, when all around I see
The devil and his lies,
I look to Jesus on the tree
And hear the cruel mockery:
‘Alone, the Saviour dies!’
His death is mine; my Lord is here,
With bloody glory crowned.
He lifts his head, the end draws near,
In his unanswered cry I hear
The love of God resound.
Down in the grave with him I lay,
Beneath God’s wakeful eye.
Then quaked the guard at break of day,
My Lord arose, flung foes away,
And led his Church on high.
The Second Discourseman
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