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Death Hath No Terrors
Death has no terrors for the blood-bought one, O glory hallelujah to the Lamb! The boasted vict'ry of the grave is gone, O 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---O glory hallelujah to the Lamb! !
Our souls die daily to the world and sin, O glory hallelujah to the Lamb! By the Spirit's power as He dwells within, O 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---O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!
We seek a city far beyond this vale, O glory hallelujah to the Lamb! Where joys celestial never, never fail, O 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---O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!
We'll then press forward to the heav'nly land, O glory hallelujah to the Lamb! Nor mind the troubles met on ev'ry hand, O 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---O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!
We'll rise some day just as our Savior rose. O glory hallelujah to the Lamb! Till then shall death be but a calm repose. O 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---O glory hallelujah to the Lamb!