Jesus, o’er the Grave Victorious

Jesus

o’er the grave vic­tor­ious

Conquering death

and con­quer­ing hell

Reign Thou in Thy might all glo­ri­ous

Heav’n and earth Thy tri­umph swell.

Saints in Thee ap­proach the Fa­ther

Asking in Thy name alone;

He

in Thee

with love in­creas­ing

Gives and glo­ri­fies the Son.

Down to earth in all its dark­ness

From the Fa­ther Thou didst come;

Seeking sin­ners in their blind­ness

Calling earth’s poor ex­iles home;

By a life of love and la­bor

Doing all the Fa­ther’s will;

Giving to each sup­pli­ant suf­fer­er

Precious balm for ev­ery ill.

Patient ev­er in well-do­ing

Moving on in steps of blood

Thro’ the grave to heights of glo­ry

Reconciling us with God.

Here

in Thee

is peace for­ev­er;

We can tri­bu­la­tion bear;

Kiss Thy cross

with rap­ture know­ing

Thou hast con­quered suf­fer­ing there.