|
|
| |
|
My chains are snapt,
the bonds of sin are broken,
And I am free;
O let the triumphs
of His grace be spoken,
Who died for me.
O death! O grave!
I do not dread your power,
The ransom’s paid;
On Jesus, in that dark
and dreadful hour,
My guilt was laid.
Yes, Jesus bore it, bore,
in love unbounded,
What none can know;
He passed through death,
and gloriously confounded
Our every foe.
And now He’s risen,
proclaim the joyful story,
The Lord’s on high;
And we in Him are raised
to endless glory,
And ne’er can die.
We wait to see the
Morning Star appearing
In glory bright;
This blessèd hope illumes,
with beams most cheering,
The hours of night.
|
marker 99
|
LYRICS
|
Meter:
|
11 4 11 4
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Trans/Adapted:
|
| |
Dates:
|
|
|
Bible Refs:
|
|
LIST OF LYRIC SOURCES
|
Hymn/Song Book
|
Year
|
Song #
|
| 1981 | # 152 |
MUSIC
|
Name:
|
PALM
|
|
Meter:
|
11 4 11 4
|
|
Writer(s):
|
|
|
Dates:
|
|
LIST OF MUSIC SOURCES
|
Hymn/Song Book
|
Song #
|
Key
|
| # 152 | Eb |
echo ' | ';
|
Hymn Writer
