The Gift

The Gift

Arose the Son with healing in His wings;
And thus, our Lord, first fruits of them that slept,
Erased beyond the grave the death that stings--
Rejoice, O world! Accept God's promise kept.

Give thanks for His begotten Child below,
Who lived in flesh and trod the thorny path
Of life's stark test beyond what we can know,
That man might gain the life the Father hath.

Christ's glory shines above the noon-day sun--
The prophets testify of this and more,
The way to heav'n He cleared; the work is done
That we and countless souls had waited for.

His sacrifice for us brings mercy sweet,
Which tempers justice at the judgement seat.