C.M. sung to Azmon 1 THE Prince of life, once slain for us, Is now gone up on high; Captivity is captive led, And Christ no more can die. 2 His word is faithfulness and truth, "Behold, I quickly come"; And faith, that counts the promise sure, Can pierce the midnight gloom. 3 Far spent already is the night, In hope we hail the day Of our beloved Lord's return To wipe all tears away. 4 Jesus, at the appointed hour, In glory shall appear; Then, fashioned by His mighty hand, We shall His image bear. 5 Soon shall the saints with glory crowned Dwell in that cloudless light, And see their Lord in glory owned, Heaven's constant sweet delight. | Alternative tunes (C.M.) |