Do not forget as we pursue our King upon His throne,
It has all been His work, we have no righteousness of our own.
Do not forget as we pursue our King upon His throne,
It has all been His work, we have no righteousness of our own.
On the cross, Christ made a spoil of principalities and powers,
The Prince of Darkness was cast out, and to the confines of hell he cowers.
A day will come, a trumpet sound,
When death itself will not be found.
Its reign will end, its power cease,
And we shall rise to endless peace.
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At His coming, Hallelujah!
Death will be forever slain.
All His foes are made his footstool.
Over all them, He must reign.
Acknowledge the defeat of Satan and his demons,
The victory over the dark,
How Christ spoiled the principalities and powers,
Oh how our Savior died,
Oh how our Savior lives!
O Christ, your Law is just and good,
Our daily meditation.
We look not for our life in it,
Nor for justification.
Obedience to you we find
To be our joyful task.
Your law not grievous to the mind
of those who in you bask.
Death is still our hateful foe,
And its damage to our world we lament.
Yet Christ shall put an end to its woe,
When trumpet sounds and sky is rent.
Zeal is an ardour of mind, a fervent affection for some person or thing; with an indignation against every thing supposed to be pernicious and hurtful to it.
The choicest believers, who are assuredly freed from the condemning power of sin, ought yet to make it their business all their days to mortify the indwelling power of sin.