Like The Golden Sun Ascending
Words and music by Thomas Hansen Kingo · tr. George Alfred Taylor Rygh · 1689
Key of F · 100 BPM · 4/4 · Assurance,Cross,Baptism · Rom 6:1-11
Verse 1
Like the golden sun ascending, Breaking through the gloom of night,
On the earth His glory spending So that darkness takes to flight;
Thus my Jesus from the grave And death's dismal, dreadful cave,
Rose triumphant Easter morning, At the early purple dawning.
Verse 2
Thanks to Thee, O Christ victorious! Thanks to Thee, O Lord of life!
Death has now no power o'er us, Thou hast conquered in the strife;
Thanks because Thou didst arise And hast opened paradise!
None can fully sing the glory Of the resurrection story.
Verse 3
For my heart finds consolation, And my fainting soul grows brave,
When I stand in contemplation, At Thy dark and dismal grave;
When I see where Thou didst sleep In death's dungeon dark and deep,
Yet didst break all bands asunder, Must I not rejoice and wonder?
Verse 4
Though I be by sin o'ertaken, Though I lie in helplessness,
Though I be by friends forsaken, And must suffer sore distress,
Though I be despised, contemned, And by all the world condemned,
Though the dark grave yawn before me, Yet the light of hope shines o'er me.
Verse 5
Thou hast died for my transgression, All my sins on Thee were laid;
Thou hast won for me salvation, On the cross my debt was paid;
From the grave I shall arise, And shall meet Thee in the skies;
Death itself is transitory, I shall lift my head in glory.
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