Death Conquered Through Christ
I will ransom them from the power of the grave; I will redeem them from death: O death, I will be thy plagues; O grave, I will be thy destruction. Hos. xiii, 14. Christ having spoiled principalities and powers, he made a show of them openly, triumphing over them in it. Col. ii, 15. The world is afraid of a hidden poison where there is none. The real hidden poison is sin, which, the Lord grant me to fear, is everywhere, for it has infected all things and all places. But O, my dear Saviour, thou being my all-sufficient preservative and antidote in all places, O dwell in me continually, and increase thou my faith, that I may know thee and enjoy thee more and more. Take away all slavish fears of death and hell from my soul, for thou hast conquered both for me. Hosanna to the Prince of light,
That clothed himself in clay;
Entered the iron gates of death,
And tore the bars away. Death is no more the king of dread!
Since our Immanuel rose;
He took the tyrant's sting away,
And spoiled our hellish foes. Now holy triumphs of the soul
Shall death itself outbrave,
Leave dull mortality behind,
And fly beyond the grave. Gold. Treas.