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SIX HOURS

Not in the twinkling of an eye,

Nor in a moment passing by,

Nor in an hour did Jesus die.

 

Six hours upon the Cross He hung

While taunts of men at Him were flung,

While from His veins life’s blood was wrung,

 

While drop by drop He paid sin’s debt,

While pain by pain its price He met;

Through centuries He ransoms yet.

1999 J. G. Braddock Sr.

The days were three,

They came to see

My Lord, the crucified;

A rolled back stone,

My Lord was gone,

The tomb was bare inside.

HE IS RISEN!

The three greatest words by mortals spoken:

He is risen!

The curse of sin at last has been broken;

God’s grace the scars of his Son betoken:

HE IS RISEN!

Satan’s long reign of terror is ended;

He is risen!

God’s arm of grace to earth is extended;

He has, through His Son, sinners befriended.

HE IS RISEN!

Sing "HALLELUJAH!" sin’s debt has been paid;

He is risen!

The blood of a Lamb was spent in the trade;

The Door is flung open, the Way He has made.

HE IS RISEN!

Go tell every tribe in ev’ry nation,

"He is risen!"

Go in haste; go without reservation—

The whole world awaits His great salvation.

                                                J. G. Braddock Sr.

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1999 J. G. Braddock Sr.