Risen triumphant, exalted on high
Far above all other things,
Sitting in power and glory and might –
King above all other kings.
Victor through death over sin, death, and hell,
Girded with strength and a sword;
Conqueror reigning unchallenged in light –
Over all lords He is Lord.
Worthy of worship from all that He made,
Seated in strength all alone;
No one can purchase exemption or grace –
He is the King on His throne.
All knees will bow to this conquering King,
All tongues confess He is Lord;
Every dissenter and rebel will fall
Conquered at once by His Word.
This is the Savior who died for my sin,
Rose to declare I am free,
Offers a place on His throne now to me –
O what a Savior is He!
Christina Joy Hommes
Resurrection Sunday, 2018
Come, see the tomb is empty
Where Christ our Savior lay,
The grave clothes lie there vacant,
The stone is rolled away.
Come, hear the angel speaking –
“He is not here, He lives!
He’s coming soon to meet you,
To comfort, save, forgive.”
Come, touch His risen body –
The nail prints in His hands,
His feet, His side – believing,
As in our midst He stands.
Come, speak His Name with reverence,
Our Lord and God, our King,
Exalted, risen, glorious –
His worth and praise we sing.
Christina Joy Hommes
R ejoice for Christ is risen!
E xalt His Name with me!
S ing of His great salvation
U nearned yet given free.
R ejoice for He has triumphed!
R ejoice for Jesus lives
E ternally exalted!
C laim what He freely gives.
T o him that overcometh
I s pledged a victor’s crown –
O n to the prize before us
N umbered as Jesus’ own.
Christina Joy Hommes
Behold, the tomb is empty,
The stone is rolled away,
The grave clothes still are lying
Where He was yesterday.
An angel pure and radiant
Confirms the joyful news
That Jesus Christ is risen;
Death only dealt a bruise.
It could not hold our Savior –
By dying He arose
To conquer death forever,
Its tyranny expose.
Though Satan bruised Christ’s heel,
Christ crushed the serpents head
And now he’s slowly dying –
His sentence has been read.
By rising Christ has freed us
And gone to make a place
For us His chosen people
To dwell before His face.
And when He’s gathered to Him
His chosen ones, He’ll deal
The final blow and vanquish,
The devil, sin, and hell.
So in His resurrection
Our hope is grounded firm.
Our hope of life and triumph
His risen life confirms.
Christina Joy Hommes
Resurrection Sunday, 2016
