photo by Maxime Vandeberge

Greater than all

Is the Christ who’s in me:

From sin, death, and Satan

My soul he sets free.

The people, they talk about hope; jubilee –

But he has a Name

and He gives eyes to see

First in creation, then new-born again,

Awaiting the day, the beautiful, when

With faces unveiled as the Daystar we’ll shine

Who lit heaven’s stars and Who broke light Divine

into the Darkness that dwelt in the deep

of souls fast in bondage,

of hearts hard asleep –

Of wraiths, death-doomed

Both out and inside –

From such he has freed, loves indeed his Dear Bride.

Glorious, victorious over every vile foe

Eternally she’ll reign and shine

In his robes as white as snow

And as summer and forever

The Righteous Son will shed

The springtime light that once he gave

To his ever-loved raised from the dead.