Death Hath No Terrors

Death hath no ter­rors for the blood bought one

O glo­ry hal­le­lu­jah to the Lamb!

The boast­ed vic­t’ry of the grave is gone

O glo­ry hal­le­lu­jah to the Lamb!

Jesus rose from the dead

Rose tri­umph­ant as He said

Snatched the vic­t’ry from the grave

Rose again our souls to save—

O glo­ry hal­le­lu­jah to the Lamb!

Our souls die dai­ly to the world and sin

O glo­ry hal­le­lu­jah to the Lamb!

By the Spir­it’s pow­er as He dwells with­in

O glo­ry hal­le­lu­jah to the Lamb!

We seek a ci­ty far be­yond this vale

O glo­ry hal­le­lu­jah to the Lamb!

Where joys ce­les­ti­al nev­er

nev­er fail

O glo­ry hal­le­lu­jah to the Lamb!

We’ll then press for­ward to the heav’n­ly land

O glo­ry hal­le­lu­jah to the Lamb!

Nor mind the trou­bles met on ev’ry hand

O glo­ry hal­le­lu­jah to the Lamb!

We’ll rise some day just as our Sav­ior rose

O glo­ry hal­le­lu­jah to the Lamb!

Till then shall death be but a calm re­pose

O glo­ry hal­le­lu­jah to the Lamb!