Jesus strides forth as the Victor,

conqueror of death, hell and all opposing might;

He bursts the bands of death,

tramples the powers of darkness down

and lives forever.

Adorable Redeemer,

Thou who wast lifted up upon the cross

art ascended to highest heaven, 

Thou, who as man of sorrows wast crowned with thorns,

art now as Lord of Life wreathed with glory.

Once, no shame more deep than Thine,

no agony more bitter, no death more cruel,

Now, no exaltation more high,

no life more glorious, no advocate more effective.

What more could be done than Thou has done!

Thy death is my life, Thy resurrection my peace,

Thy ascension my hope, Thy prayers my comfort.

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It was and is all of Grace.

Grace alone.

For me.

Praise Him!

Happy Easter wishes to you, Dear Reader!

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Quotation from The Valley of Vision: A Collection of Puritan Prayers and Devotions

Ed. Arthur Bennett