O The Lamb on Calvary's Tree!
His Blood streams down while He strains to see.
His Life pours out for you, for me,
Yet He will Triumph over the Grave!
Forty Days and He Ascends.
His Life on Earth has reached its End.
Could they have lost a Greater Friend?
But The Comforter will be theirs.
Now Mighty Armies with Mighty Roars,
Yeah, Now the Elect march off to wars.
They Bring Down the Enemy!
They settle All Scores.
Their Strength is that of Lions!
Soon comes The Day when they are Caught up to Glory!
Then comes a Time when The Son tells their Stories.
Now Each One is Sound, yeah, no longer Bound!
Once they were Captives.
Now All wear their Crowns!
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