2 thoughts on “O Risen Lord

    • Here are the words:
      O Risen Lord
      The Son of God was hung upon a tree
      to bear our sin; he died for you and me.
      In pain and darkness, all our debt he paid:
      a precious gift, to all who ask he gives.
      Chorus
      O risen Lord, ascend now to your throne, all of creation is yours.
      O King of Kings, Redeemer of this world, all honour belongs to you now.

      They nailed his hands, a spear pierced his side;
      A crown of thorns was thrust upon his head.
      As darkness fell his Father forsook him;
      His cry was heard through heaven and through hell.

      On the third day the stone was rolled away;
      The tomb was empty, an angel standing there.
      Folded grave clothes where the body lay,
      Jesus, the Christ has risen from the dead.
      © 2003 David Jenkins

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