336 O risen Lord! O conquering King!

1 O risen Lord! O conquering King! O Life of all the living! To-day that peace of Easter bring Which comes but of Thy giving! Once death, our foe, Had laid Thee low; Now hast Thou rent his bonds in twain, Now art Thou risen who once wast slain! 2 O that to know Thy victory To us were inly granted, And these cold hearts might catch from Thee The glow of faith undaunted; Thy quenchless light, Thy glorious might Still comfortless and lonely leave The soul that cannot yet believe. 3 Then break through our hard hearts Thy way, O Jesus, Lord of glory! Kindle the lamp of faith to-day, Teach us to sing before Thee For joy at length That in Thy strength We, too, may rise whom sin had slain, And Thine eternal rest attain. 4 And when our tears for sin o'erflow, Do Thou in love draw near us, Thy precious gift of peace bestow, Let Thy bright presence cheer us, That so may we, O Christ, from Thee Drink in the life that cannot die, And keep true Easter feasts on high.