Death Hath No Terrors

Death has no terrors for the

blood-bought one,

Oh glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

The boasted vict'ry of the grave

is gone,

Oh glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

Jesus rose from the dead,

Rose triumphant as He said,

Snatched the vict'ry from

the grave,

Rose again our souls to save

Oh glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

Our souls die daily to the world

and sin,

Oh glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

By the Spirit's power as He dwells

within,

Oh glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

We seek a city far beyond this vale,

Oh glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

Where joys celestial never, never

fail,

Oh glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

We'll then press forward to the

heav'nly land,

Oh glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

Nor mind the troubles met on

ev'ry hand,

Oh glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

We'll rise some day just as our

Savior rose,

Oh glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

Till then shall death be but a

calm repose.

Oh glory hallelujah to the Lamb!

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