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.