Scripture Verse

O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? 1 Corinthians 15:55

Introduction

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Priscilla J. Thompson
1871–1942

Words: Ar­ranged from Pris­cil­la J. Thomp­son, Glean­ings of Qui­et Hours (Ross­moyne, Ohio: Pris­cil­la J. Thomp­son, 1907), pages 10–11.

Music: The Waits’ Song Eng­lish tra­di­tion­al (🔊 pdf nwc).

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Lyrics

The priests, the elders, and the scribes,
From council had adjourned;
And Pilate’s proffered sacrifice,
The mob had promptly spurned.

And up Golgotha’s rising slope,
A boisterous, cruel, band,
With taunts, and jeers, and foul rebuke,
Leads forth the Son of Man.

Oh, what a scene for human eyes!
Our Savior, bowed in grief;
And tortured by the very ones
To whom He brings relief.

Close at His side, a swarthy man
Beneath His cross doth bow;
Oh Simon! Ne’er did mortal bend
To nobler task than thou.

And, on the brow of Calvary,
With scoffing, and with scorn,
They nailed our Savior to the cross,
With diadem of thorn.

’Tis done, and Joseph now has laid
His body in the tomb;
And none except the guards keep watch,
Amid the somber gloom.

But what can bar our holy Lord,
Or cross His wondrous plan?
The stronghold ’bout His lonely tomb.
Shows unbelief of man.

When, to the tomb, the women came,
In grief, at break of day,
An angel, ’mid an earthquake vast,
Had rolled the stone away.

No power within this great domain,
Can stay our mighty king;
Oh grave, where is thy victory,
Oh death, where is thy sting!

Despite the grave, despite the bar,
In triumph He hath flown.
And sitteth now at God’s right hand,
Joint-ruler of His own.