The Son of David Bowed to Die

The Son of David bowed to die

For man’s trans­gress­ion strick­en;

The Fa­ther’s arm of pow­er was nigh

The Son of God to quick­en.

Praise Him that He died for men:

Praise Him that He rose again.

Death seemed all con­quer­ing when he bound

The Lord of life in pri­son;

The sight of death was no­where found

When Christ again was ris­en;

Wherefore praise Him night and day

Him who took death’s sting away.

His saints with Him must bow to death

With Him are raised in spir­it

With Him they dwell ab­ove by faith

Accepted through His mer­it:

Heaven and earth re­sound the strain

Death by Je­sus Christ is slain.