The Conqueror

O Thou Lamb of Cal­va­ry

Thy tri­umph­ant day is come!

Day of glo­ri­ous vic­to­ry

Over the boast­ing tomb!

All the shame and ago­ny

Of the cru­el cross He bore;

Died the Man of Ga­li­lee

But rose the Con­quer­or!

O death

where is thy sting?

O grave

thy vic­to­ry?

The ris­en Lord

the Sav­ior-King

Has con­quered death for me.

All in vain the wards of death

Guard the sto­ny te­ne­ment;

But a whis­per

yea

a breath

Lo! its bars are rent!

Where is now the taunt­ing reed

And the crown of thorns He wore?

Ye have made a king

in­deed

And crowned a con­quer­or!

O the glo­ri­ous vic­to­ry!

Jesus slain awakes again

Triumphs ov­er Cal­va­ry

And the wiles of men!

Jesus now the ris­en King

Is alive for­ev­er­more!

Earth and Heav­en tri­bute sing—

And hail Him Con­quer­or!