IN weakness, power:
Life out of death, and triumph through defeat
So runs the record every changeful hour:
Light after darkness shining doubly sweet.
My boast be now―
Lord, in the cross I shunned and thought so
strange,
Saved through Thy, death, with joy to Thee
I bow.
Free, chosen, called Thy realms of light to range.
Beyond the tomb,
Beyond this passing world, by faith I soar
The path of life Thy steps did first illume
Leads where the storms of time are felt no
more.
Eternal One!
Once slain on earth, exalted now on high,
Thou art the gain, Thou for Thine own
hast won
Life, where Thou livest; death, where
Thou didst die.