Easter of Seventeen


Behold the risen Savior comes
In mercy, splendor and power.
Was it for me His blood was shed
A hopeless wretch beyond his light?

Mankind to save, and captives free
He came foretold with joy.
But humanity forsaken and my sinful wiles
Have forfeited my share of the Son.

Angels’ joyful voices praise
The rising of the Son,
But in that hour my heart is sad
As I desire that light in my soul.

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